The walls of my home

The walls of my home speak to me. I grew up under their watch. Now, I only return as a guest. They know this. They know I can't stay. They're overwhelmed everytime they see me, yet they don't let it out. "Home should bring peace, a sense of safety and happiness", they say. I sit in my balcony, watching the warm breeze rustle the leaves, listening to the birds chirping. I ask my walls, why does it all feel a little better? I observe this everyday. "We're happy that you're back. The breeze, the birds, the leaves, they're just celebrating with us", the walls would say.