She runs with enthusiasm,

her wild spirit following behind her,

To the place where she is set free.

 

The place where the sun

caresses her cheek, where

the opulent palms dance with her,

and where the waves

kiss the shore.

 

Here she is home.

 

The sound of the ‘gulls chirping above

serenades her

and sends an overwhelming chill down her spine,

while the wind fiddles with her golden hair.

 

Here she is home.

 

She opens her eyes after some time

and takes in the vibrant scene

in front of her -

Blues, greens, pinks.

 

And when she leaves this place,

all the people who encounter her

notice the colors in her eyes,

the sun on her skin and

the wind in her hair.

 

They could tell she went home.

 

 

She doesn't take this opportunity lightly,

For she knows that one day it will be a distant memory

as everything comes to an end.

She knows that not everyone gets the opportunity to be free

and enjoy home.

 

With that in mind, she is grateful for home.