Across the land I did roam
Always looking for something more
Little did I know that home
Would be of trees, not stone door
It was a melody,
Sweet, harmony and grand
Leaves falling from the trees
The ocean waves lapping sand

Across the land I did wander
Always searching for the way to be
Like a ship torn asunder
I began to sink into the sea
The land welcomed me to Her embrace
Letting me know what it's like to be free
Now I admire and am graceful for her grace
I am home at last, thankfully


Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Mayan, in the year 713 AF.