In the arms of the earth, I find my place,

A quiet corner, a gentle space.

Where roots entwine and whispers sing,

Here lies the heart of belonging.

Among the stars, a distant hue,

A call that feels both old and new.

Though far I wander, my soul takes wing,

Drawn ever home by belonging’s string.

No need for walls or gates of gold,

Just hands that welcome, arms that hold.

In shared breaths, a simple thing,

Lives the truth of belonging’s spring.