The sun kissed my cheeks,
bringing color to my skin,
that was pale and drawn under,
A sickly thing.
I opened my eyes, to the day that had dawned.
Pulling me out of my darkness,
wrapping me up in it's warmth.
I washed my face in the sweet smell of mild winds.
Allowed my spirit to rise with the dancing leaves at my feet.
I watched and I listened,
till I could understand.
Where my life began.
My heart beating, my hand steady,
I set forth, on the gentle path.
I see you, my home,
My mountains and sunshine.
Soft grasses and towering trees, for all the eye to see.
Devouring it, my senses do, to be home once again.
No not city scapes and paved streets,
but rocky hills and cracked sidewalks,
Park fountains and giggling children.
I miss you, the home of my heart.
The church on the hill, sits in my minds eye,
calling me back with it's echoing bells,
the sweet tones of faith that greeted me every morning.
The wash of breeze from the river that came through that sunny kitchen window.
The long adventures in imagination that claimed us each day.
I miss you, sunshine and soft breezes,
take me home.