Flying birds and humming bees,
Beautiful walkways between tall trees,
Memories from years back,
How sweet is the sound of my home.
Creeping weeds and thorny grasses,
Evergreen gardens of olives and citrus,
Reflections from eons back,
How beautiful is the sight of home,
To my home indeed is my return,
Certainly, the time draws close,
The moment of decision,
That awaits us all.
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