Coming Home

I grew my wings, and I grew restless,
Longing for places I'd never seen;
Feeling the urge to explore new wonders,
Not knowing how great life had already been.

I left my nest, and soared the winds,
Soaking up the World like rays of the Sun,
I traveled far to exotic places,
And soon lost sight of where my journey had begun.

I strolled on beaches of pure white sands,
Walked through valleys of the deepest green;
Listened to the wind on the clearest of days,
And been soaked to the bone in the coldest rain.

I've met many people along the way,
Many friends I made as I roamed,
But the more I traveled, the more I saw,
The more I began to long for home.

I have learned that though the world is big,
And there is much to see and do;
You must never lose sight of the people you love,
And so, my friends, I am coming home to you.