Home

Home. Home! Home? What is home? Place? Word? Person? No! Home is a feeling that shrinks and grows. Home is the feeling of health in your heart. Home is all around, a real work of art. Your eyes can see smiles, tears, and fears. Through thick and thin, through all of your years. Home is strong, it never breaks, home is for real, not forgery or fake. Smells like birch, beech, pine, peach. Home is imperfect, And that's not a crime, I hope I teach you that in this little rhyme. Ears that hear laughs, hoots and hollers. Things you can't buy with euros or dollars. Homes can be changed, adapted and spread. Sometimes you don't have a place to lay your head. “Stay calm when things are not going well,” Salva said. He kept going, kept looking ahead. So cherish this moment, wherever you are, you are never too far, From home.