Feelings

Home is when the sun is setting, And the geese are chasing the breeze, The rhapsody of music in my mind, Nostalgia hits my knees. My bedroom reflects off of me and I feel the crisp morning air, When I hear the birds singing their song, When that happens I just stare. The feeling, the comfort, Spotify playing, when this is what occurs all is calm, Zen, relaxed is my face. And I feel a touch of grace, When this is what all happens, My stress leaves without a trace, A fresh lemonade cuts through anger like a mace. When it is dark at night, and my eyes are on the stars, I can see the different planets, lurking from afar. Home is not a roof or a room, or a door, Home is where your heart is, but also so much more.