My Meaning of Home Poem

As Habitat for Humanity helps humans get happy homes. I sit in my arm chair that's as soft as a Truffula tree. And watch the delicate snow fall on GIANT Oak trees from my safe home. And as I go get firewood, the second I leave my home it screams to me like a squealing mouse. Plink plink plink goes the rain down on me but the second I get back in my home it wraps its giant arms around me. My home is so comforting, the second you relax inside you will fall asleep :)