The Journey of Home

The journey of home began When I finally opened my eyes It was time to look at the world in a new way I gather interests as time goes by But home is always with me That’s the beginning of home Snow falling down on the summits of mountains The salt in the sea reaching the horizon The invisible line that hides the sun Spilts the sky from crashing waves below The rustling of treetops On the windiest of days A city which felt like trumpeting elephants Car lights flashing like fireflies Left behind and put away To a town quiet, green and free No matter where I end up, That’s the journey of home