“Have you never stood to regard our home
from its farthest corner,
the long grass shimmering in the sunlight
as the wind combs through the field
like gentle waves in a great calm sea of green?
Flowers die. The trees fail.
The house can change brick by brick
until nothing of the original remains.
Everything changes.
So home is not the walls or the gardens.
Home is the souls within those walls.
Home is the memories made on the spot.
Home is not a place. Home is a feeling.”