What Home Means To Me

Home is where I’m meant to be the trees, the air & family, The houses build on this ground, this is where I must be found to lay down & take a rest, this is kind of like a big, giant nest. People in the world without a place, oh how I wish I had some space to let all these people come in, for I have found their love within. I will put a spin on this scene, I will clean them, Fix them, oh what a dream for them to rest, for them to stay, I will protect them every day. Through this house through these walls, the love is in them & not in the house at all. They have been living on the street, I will give them something to eat, they need a home right now & today. You can help them get a place, They will finally have some space, To sleep & rest & finally relax, They do not have to pack & move around, like a ninja without a sound. Now they have a place to be, now they have a beautiful key, to unlock their souls from poverty. Now you can help them this very day, by writing a nice paragraph/poem today.