Green are the hills, hazel are the eyes
You cast your gaze upon this
Homeland of yours.

Ever the seeker of the ultimate,
You ventured far afield
But always returned.

Quiet lessons taught whenever met,
I listened always, growing
As your daughter.

From you I gained the wonder
And the restless urge to wander
Beyond your verdant lands.

Sundered now, I venture home
To seek the footfalls you left
In my fatherland.

From the spring of your youth,
To this spring I return you,
Father of mine.

J. Dianne Dotson is a science fiction and fantasy author, science and content writer, and watercolorist. Learn more at jdiannedotson.com. @jdiannedotson