Home is Fruitful

What’s a home to me? Home has a fruitful number of differences for everyone to see But my home is what I see It is a river with a flow that I can follow It’s my garden of company, with shelter Where me and my sister can smile and laugh And the rest of my family can take a nap When the garden provides us food We rush to eat and finish ASAP It's the river’s flow of hope we share Not deserting but desserts Oh, how we love our home The pith and zest that surrounds our flesh Like the lime in our garden, a fruitful garden Where stress is as far as the stars So we can all have a take at rest Now that we’re done drawing the lines This is my home, to me, and mine