Waking up, the beginning of the end
Mourning mountains greet me at my window
Chilled whispers in my ear, the winds do lend
With Sun's peeking face on my back, I go
I, young like the day, do pity myself
For I wish to explore furthermore and
Yet, it's time, my memories are my wealth
Only trinkets and baggage held in hand
A final farewell as Sun gains courage
To offer warmth for my journey away
'Tween sorrow and relief, I lie on edge
Missing my home, and yet I wish to stay
When home, skies welcome with heat and bluster
With winds, memories of other lands stir
