Wind caught her hair
Driving the car full speed ahead
Windows all down
As the landscape twisted and dipped.

The sun blazed hot
Killing flowers, insects, and things
By the roadside.
So much death but no one noticed.

Too occupied
With their individual lives
They soaked up warmth
And paid no mind to smaller things.

They say home is where the heart is.
Well honey,
you have mine.
So come bring me home.
-Nestle me in your arms,
So I don't have to be homeless
no more.