Home

On my wall, there is a map
                    of all the distant places I want to see-

            From ancient castles and palaces
            to grand natural phenomena-

            From bustling cities and quiet villages
            to forrested mountains and clear waters-

            Every land so rich in nature and history.

On my wall, there is a map
                     listing many lands, but not my home.

But one day I heard the birds outside,
                     singing as they did when I was young-

And while castles and cliffs do draw me still,
             I enjoy the warmth of the suns rays on the porch-
                         the native trees tickling my nose-
                         the sparkling dots on ocean waves-
                         the comfort of friends and family in this place I call home.