Homesick V

Amidst the sprawling cityscape, my heart ached for the tender embrace of the Midwest's rolling fields and boundless skies. I yearned for the symphony of rustling cornstalks, a lullaby whispered by the wind as fireflies danced beneath the moon's gentle gaze. In the hallowed stillness of amber afternoons, my soul sought solace, longing to be reunited with the heartland's tender touch.