The Drive Home

She sleeps under a blanket of darkness
Freckled with the sparkle of God's fireworks
Where the earth meets the heavens,
But you can't tell where one ends and the other begins
It is here that she is happy
It is here where she finds hope
Here the silence doesn't scare her
And she is never alone
I thought home was where the heart is,
But really it is where your heart can grow
Where your seeds can turn to stems turn to branches turn to fruit
Until their turn to be rightfully sown