The Return

Has the grass always been,
Such a rich shade of green,
And the sky,
Such a clear shade of blue?

Have the trees always reached,
That far in the sky?
Has the house,
Always looked so brand new?

Has the wind chime,
Always sounded so sweet?
Has mom's voice,
Ever sounded so true?

It's hard to come home,
After such a long time,
To find nothing has changed,
But you.





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