Home oh Home

From the blue sky to the yellow sun, what a beautiful world we have. But there is one thing even better than that if you guessed home, you are right. You shall ask me why and I shall answer you in this poem. Home is where I was born , Home is where sunshine shines. Home is where memories flow. A home does not have to be a building, it can be a nest, hole, den or even a car. Every animal has a home, why doesn’t every human have a home, Home is where everyone deserves to be and that’s what home means to me!