HOMEWARD REFLECTION

Birds fly back home as the sun sets low,

I've watched the hours pass, the ebb and flow.

In silence, I’ve noticed every little change,

How time moves on, never within range.

The water, too, flows toward the horizon wide,

A quiet reminder that even it must glide.

The golden light dances, captured in my gaze,

Whispering secrets from the end of days.

I stand at the edge, where time seems to bend,

Realizing how far we go, just to return again.

The journey’s not lost, though it’s hard to see,

For home is a place that we carry, silently.

~n