Home

Home is a place where I grow up. A house might be too small or might be too big. But home is just right even for a cub. It’s where I learn, play and even dig. It used to be just some wood and nails. But now it’s a home for me and my other 5 pals. Even though it sometimes looks like a mess. It’s really a home to avidly bless. Even when my house gets old and rusty. My home is always so trusty. My house is just a big structure. But my home is a place in my heart that can’t be fractured. Even if my house is as small as a gnome. It’ll still be my cozy little home. So wherever I go I’ll still have a home. And when I’m at home. I’m always in my comfort zone.