What Home Means to Me

My home looks like a cozy place, a place to have fun, to keep warm, a backyard full of trees, Filled with nice people, friends, and animals too, A warm fire surrounded by white walls, back faced to a cold outside night, A place that has good food, a place that's surrounded by protective walls and a roof to keep safe and warm, A place I will grow up in, and never forget. My home sounds like birds chirping From the trees below the blue sky, happy laughter coming from the upstairs rooms, a sink that is washing dishes while they`re Clanging against each other, The wind blowing from the windows from outside. My home smells like clean fresh air, Yummy pizza, that will never disappear, Tasty chicken facing the hinges of an airfryer, Cookies coming from a cookie jar waiting to be eaten. My home feels like the soft cushioning from the couches and the beds hard legos getting built together loudly silver door handles welcoming you with glory fresh wind flowing by the fans the fresh-water flowing through the sink My home tastes like tasty chicken that came from the air fryer Yummy pizza from the stove and cookies as circular as ever.