The light tasting air
Just after the rain
The warm smelling sun
as it shines once again
The sweet sight of birdsong
As night starts to wane
I'm going home...
Familiar, the Love
That Envelopes my Soul
Novel, the desire
That tailors my goal
Humbling, the sadness
That makes me feel whole
I'm going home...
No matter how far
This wanderer goes
Africa is home
This much he knows
Thoughts of returning
Excitement, it grows
Simply because
I'm going home...
After far too long, returning home even just for a short visit brings joy to this weary traveller. Life is fleeting. Enjoy every moment. Be Love