Home is where...

Home is where the breeze blows and the grass sways, Home is the warm feeling when you walk into the memories In the air, echoes of laughter resting in the walls, Home is familiar footsteps and open doors. The comfort of knowing you’ve been here before, It’s the quiet moments that don’t need a sound, The peace you feel when you’re finally found, Home is not just a place you can see. It’s the way your heart feels calm and free, It lives in the past, and the present, in whisper Promises and silent vows. Home is you’re safe too, Just exist and where nothing feels urgent. feels missed, And no matter how Far your journey my roam, There’s always a feeling, The feeling of love that leads you home.