Meaning of Home

I walk past my far-too-colorful flowers blooming in my yard, that look as if they were smiling at the sun. My favourite meal of fresh pizza fills the air, making me only imagine the mouth-watering cheese. I stumble over the door of my house in excitementandcrumple onto the swallowing cushions blanketing the couches in exhaustion. I hear the melody of the singing birds as I step out to breathe the fresh breeze and close my eyes and hear the swishing of the trees as if they were dancing, the sun gleaming and showering the world with great light. I race upstairs and step into my blissful room as a soft hum shoots through the air. I shuffle toward my window and look through the gleaming glass. I watch the fluttering butterflies of all different colors play and enjoy themselves. Nearby, the swans gracefully glide through the small lake. My house means the world to me, it’s always there for me when the storm has battled to the very last of me, it’s there when the sun places a hand on me, and it is always there when I need a nice, peaceful time. A home is where one should feel the safest, where one should feel the calmest,where one should feel at peace, and that’s my home. The birds chirp, the wind flows and my home will always be my happy place.