My Home

My home is near the harbour With the sailboats and salty water And as the ocean currents come in with the tide The seagulls flock and they fly high! Suddenly the wind blows into my face And then disappears without a trace I can see the forest branches ruffling on the trees As the sun comes out with a soft, cool breeze. And when it rains, I don’t get upset When the storm clouds roll, I don’t fret I will never worry, or ever think to leave Because home is a place where I can be free To make my own decisions, and find my hidden talents, To go super crazy but still keep things balanced To love myself and everyone else who takes that dive Just to keep my home alive. My home. Your home. Why does it really matter? It’s our home, all together.