The Journey Home

In the quiet of the evening,

As the sun begins to set,

I start to make my way back home,

And leave behind the day's regret.

The journey home is always long,

A winding path through hills and fields,

But with each step, I feel a sense

Of solace that my spirit wields.

The air is cool, the sky is clear,

And all around, I hear the sounds

Of nature's symphony at play,

As I walk towards familiar grounds.

The trees rustle in the breeze,

And the flowers sway in delight,

The birds chirp sweet melodies,

As I bask in nature's light.

With each turn, I am drawn closer

To the place I call my own,

Where loved ones wait with open arms,

And a hearth that's warm as a hone.

As I near my humble abode,

I feel a sense of gratitude,

For the journey that has brought me here,

And the blessings that I've accrued.

I step inside, and there they are,

My family, friends, and kin,

Their smiles bright, their arms outstretched,

As I take a deep breath in.

For though the journey home is long,

It's the journey that makes us whole,

And as I settle into my sanctuary,

I am grateful for this blessed role.

For the journey home reminds me

That no matter where we roam,

There's a place that we can always go,

And there we'll always find our home.