There are those who wandered me endlessly, And those that searched me aimlessly.

Kings rose and fell amidst my body,

And queens cursed my cruelty.

There are cities within and beside,

Raised in vanity despite me.

Whipped by the winds,

I howl from the wounding.

I am renewed by the sun,

Diminished by its reflection.

All that I am is ashes,

Deserted by time.

I was alone until they came,

Wrapped in gold,

With feet that danced

And eyes that smiled.

They sang together,

And prayed the same,

Their little ones spoke to me

And cherished my name.

I watched them grow,

Nursed them in my way,

Drawing water from my heart

And nourishing each new start.

They slept in my shade,

And woke to my song,

Their age came and went,

And left before long.

I am known by many names,

But will only ever be

What they once called me,

‘Home’.