Looking ahead..

The dew still glistens,
On the grass of green.
The paint still dazzles,
On my house of sheen.
Long will be the time,
When my feet come home.
May will be winter,
Nestled will be people in nature's dome.
My daughter would be joyous,
Watching her daddy return.
She would hug me tight,
For her comfort would be my pleasure.
My wife would not say anything,
She would just make me feel special.
There would be my parents,
For whom I would be still a boy.
The door will swing in warmth,
The chair will welcome me.
I will collapse on my tiredness,
Fully relieved in the trying time.
The vegetables still charm,
On the backyard of my world.
My mind travels through the future,
Revealing the joy life still holds.