Where My Heart Dwells

I do not long for streets of gold,
Nor towers built of brick and stone.

I never craved a grand estate,
Or halls so polished that they shone.

Give me the beauty of the sunrise,
And the enchantment of the sunset.
Give me the sweet scent of rain-soaked earth
On a quiet summer evening.

Give me trees both great and small,
Leaves of green, of white, of orange, of blue.

Give me mountains, hills, and valleys;
Flowers in bloom and shrubs aplenty.

Give me waterfalls, pure and cool,
And streams both gentle and still.

I'd trade the glitter of glass and steel,
For nature's quiet, timeless grace.

One peaceful moment beside a brook,
Outweighs a lifetime of jewels and pomp.

For in the whisper of the wind,
And in the song of every bird,

I find a wealth no coin can buy,
A home no palace can confer.

Let others chase the city's gleam;
Its polished grandeur is not mine.

My heart belongs where nature blooms,
Beneath the open, endless sky.