Summer

The sun shines brighter as the days grow long.
A gentle breeze summons my name in a song.
I pack up my dreams, my hopes, and my things,
Into brown packages, tied up with strings.

Leaving behind the familiar sky,
Chasing the dawn as I say goodbye,
Farewell the sand and the salt in the air,
Following whispers of a life elsewhere.

As the long and winding road unfolds,
I dream and wonder what the future holds.
Away from busyness and stress running rife,
I yearn for a quieter pace of life.

With the turn of a key, the door swings open,
The light that spills in is bright and golden.
I unpack the years, the loves, the losses,
Tuck them away in cupboards and corners.

I walk amongst early morning dew,
Planting sweet daisies where weeds once grew.
Exploring the city with eyes anew,
Each step is a promise; each view a clue.