What Home Means To Me

A home is just wood, pipes and even more, That is the home that we adore. We smile we laugh we cry, And we even say good-bye. We get angry and we get mad, But somehow we are glad. We sleep, we dream, we wonder, But we love it when it’s summer. We are sad when it is raining outside, But we will just play inside. This is a perfect house as it seems, But this is a home, not some dreams.