Hope is Blooming in Autumn

Somewhere.
Somewhere in an open field, covered in the greenest dry grass;
Under the Autumnal sky.
I saw my hope was blooming like flowers after flowers, fields after fields!
So full of colors, so full of fragrances and then mostly so full of love, passion, and life;
I started to believe that my home was a bees' hive.
Sweet, so sweet, so pure;
With the hardest labor of a thousand wings.

But then I perceived,
Home wasn't a place,
But it was the journey itself,
Multifoliate like the whitest rose,
An eternal blooming,
A rhythm of chances,
A dance with the mirror itself.