A Canvas Across the Land

What's it like to write a goodbye letter to a somewhere?
A someplace that's been a home or a hideaway or a stop;
Anywhere that has felt the presence of your feet among the streets,
Leaving memories in the ripples of their wake.
Anywhere that has sheltered you away in the company of friends,
Whenever you needed to hide for a little while.
The world is not safe but this place is safe enough.
How many seasons have you weathered here?
Spring passes through summer and falls into winter,
Growth through failure and love through loss.
Then there comes the season where you must press on,
Past the horizon, over the next field, down the next highway.
This is not wrong and it's not right but remember, all seasons make circles.
Take this place and clutch it close, all that it has and hasn't done for you.
Maybe you'll stay and change or we'll remain the same when you're away,
So let's be honest and free with our truths, knowing nothing familiar lasts;
Home and hearth may fall apart and memories get lost along the way.
So take home with you out across this land and build it up again,
This place gave you the materials, so go and be the home now.