The day's leisure

has come to an end.

The spring breeze whispers

a quiet song.

The roaring tides

have come to be gentle.

The ocean, once thrasing,

in now calm.

Bidding farewell

at the foot of a hill,

I hum a song

to pass the time.

I wish on a star

shining in the sky

for a place where

wishes came true.

But now even when friends

are still playing by the shore,

it is time to head back

to dear old home.