Homesick

Standing by the window
out I stare.
Once blooming oak tree
now stands bare.

It will wait this way
until new lives begin.
When the snow melts
it will bloom again.

This picture of life
stayed in my heart,
since I first stepped on this land
to give my life a new start.

Another picture hiding there,
where now and then my thoughts would roam,
a place I give world of care,
a place that I always call home.

And when I think of home,
my heart sings this song.
I know that is the place
where it will always belong...