When the time has come and I need to go,
I will not forget where northern winds blow;
The field where all the plants, dreams, and hope grow.
And how nightfall sun makes the water glow.
Kites flying with the birds in the sky,
sway of the grass with wind that passing by.
This place takes my life into wondrous high,
capturing every moment with my eye.
Plain sailing life yet fulsome with delight,
lavish goods and chattels are out of sight.
All we have is home and love grasping tight,
being guided by crescent-moon so bright.
The light of the household bears every fear,
raising of a howl can't be seen nor hear.
And the foundation never fall a tear,
making faraway dreams seemingly near.
They made every tick of clock worth to live.
Hiding their pain underneath their sleeve,
knitting dreams when they starting to cleave.
Hum of lullabies when night sings with grieve.
This home is the ground of my childhood dream;
where this sinking heart of mine learned to deem.
When darkness and rainfall is all it seem;
be calm as after these is rainbow beam.
If someday I have to live my own land.
I wont forget the dreams written on sand,
and all the memories tied in my hand,
on this grass my feet will always stand.
The joyful memories marks on my face;
blow of eventide wind moving in pace,
taking the leaves and birds trying to chase,
picture of sunset on this dreamy place.
© rabbi