the brown bird on the roof top
chirping wondering looking
the grass being hit my the lowly soft wind
during dawn i see mist
at the compound of my house
the fresh air the surrounds me
the air that lifts my spirits up
the calm air that reflects how i've been
once the sun comes up higher
sitting on a chair would do something good
u know for sure whats going on
during evening relatives come
cousins lingering around the kitchen
speaking talking wats going on with our lives

i know for sure
the night has come
that different breeze that surrounds me
the smell that lingers
the wind blows
phone rings
sitting by the swing
with my siblings or cousins or friends who come over

even if you know you've changed for a better person
im starting to see
that home is where the heart is