The dripping drone
Of the falling rains
Patter upon the rooftop
As I laze about again

Ere I traveled
Far and wide
But to you I return
Little home of mine

Just a few windows
Only one door
Gently finished walls
And your plank wood floor

You are my peace
Quiet and serene
Plopped in my bed
And beneath yon beam

The river outside
Endlessly flowing
I am off to slumber
In the embrace you're bestowing

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Lupar, in the year 1011 AF.