The sky turns red, blue and yellow,
I take in the beautiful horizon.
Feeling a bit lost and mellow,
Here in the village I am from.

The black contour of the church,
Contrasts sharply with the colourful sky.
On the edge where darkness emerges,
Where clouds become invisible and just fly.

Knowing being here temporarily,
Makes this place even more beautiful.
Living abroad does something to the mind apparently,
Which makes your perceptions of locations less dull.

A couple more days,
Of this place,
This phase,
This praise.
I love it.