What Home Means to Me

I look outside to see the trees flowing in the breeze, I see purple blue and yellow and a gray and white pillow I see my past and my present and sometimes pheasants, Sometimes I see people crying and trying because it is my home. I see a beautiful playhouse and a trampoline, Sometimes I see people camping with me, I see two cats and a dog, and outside I see some frogs, I see a house that is as beautiful as a bush of flowers, My home sounds like creaky stairs, creaky floors, and some creaky doors, I hear peepers in the dark night sky, I hear meows and crowds, Sometimes it's so quiet you can hear a mouse, I hear my little brother and me playing games and my mom messing up our names, I hear the ticking and clicking, My home sounds like water dripping from my fish tank, My home smells like fresh baked bacon and eggs, I smell my moms diffuser with beautiful scents and candles burning, fresh baked cookies, the smell the pine trees that are so beautiful in the breeze, It smells like fresh and warm cloths write out of the dryer, I smell fresh chicken out of the oven, and my dog when he is wet, My home tastes like sweet treats, I taste KD coming of the stove, I taste chicken coming freshly out of the oven, I taste the best cookies that my gram makes, My home tastes like the best taste EVER, My home feels like a cozy and warm place, I feel soft pillows that are as soft as a cloud but it is hard to fall asleep when it’s always so loud, I feel my cat and dogs soft fur, It feels like home.