"In the heart of hoods, where tales come alive,
A daydream fantasy, that makes my heart thrive.
The fresh morning winds, and snowy nights so bright,
Make me yearn to escape, to this enchanted sight.

In this mystical land, joy and wonder reign,
A refuge from the world's sorrows, and life's pain.
My heart ruminates, on the memories I've made,
But my mind gates, the sadness, and the heartache I've played.

Though I may not be able to wind my way back,
I'm grateful to have found, this haven, this heart of hoods to pack.
For in its embrace, I find solace, and peaceful nest,
A place to dream, and heal, and find my best."

© Ananya mishra