Home is where you find it

In the blend of the green and blue

And the smokey tufts that float across

Along the arc of the extended expanse

Flies away a flock of birds

From a point on the dust, 

You spot them and look up

And admire the stride with which they ride

The returning wind, of the evening's call

Flapping away the day's tire

As the sun glows like fire

And paints the sky in the scrape of orange

Mixing it with a tint of red. 

And in the peaceful purple's changing shade

Droops the last speck of light, plunging the world in a brand new dark. 

All nestled neatly in their nests

A hush before the croak of another day. 

She walks in the gloom, a spirit in the day's break, through the snaky way

As all rush home, she walks away.