Home

If I were a bird, the tree would be my home. When I first learned to fly I was not afraid to jump off the branch. Home is also the first school I went to. Where I first learn to speak, walk and behave myself. I am a fish, the ocean is my home. Where I learned not to be afraid. I am a boat eager to see the world, no matter how many waves I experience. There is always the lighthouse leading me back to my harbour. And if I am just me. Home is a place to just be me.