Home

Home is more than walls and doors, It's a place of freedom, a place to explore. A place I’m free a place I can be me, like a bug on the ground, its version of a perfect home can be found. You see a seashell on the floor that belonged to someone but it could have been more. You see the sea you see a bee and all Have homes just like me. A branch on a tree has the Worth of gold It provides and their homes might collide. It’s where we laugh and sometimes cry, A safe haven where our worries die. A place where we can be our true self, With comfort, warmth, and peace anew. It holds our hopes, our past, A place where moments truly last. Where family bonds and friendships grow, and every room has stories to show.