HOME TO ME

Home to me is not a physical place, It is something that cannot be replaced, As vast as the valley or as mystical as the sky, If I remember it I will fly high, it is the sun on those gloomy days, and the wind who blows the clouds away, home is softer than cotton, all of its sweet and none of its rotten, it really cannot be described, except that place inside my mind, home could be people home could be things, home is more beautiful than Saturn’s rings, sometimes home is big sometimes its small, but home is the place I love more than all.