This Village

Though life's worries pull us apart, Through summer’s heat and winter’s heart, A drop of my blood once fell here, And I can’t pass this village, dear. At first, we came with hesitation, But soon adapted with dedication. In ten years, it shaped who we are, This modest school that seemed so far. My homeland blessed me with its grace, Its image forever in my heart's space. It gave me all its sacred charms, And kept a corner of my heart warm. No kin of mine remains in this place, No treasure I hid in its embrace. Yet it pulls me like a magnet's might, Even if I hold the world outright!