Everyone Can Have a Home

Everyone can have a home Homes are different, there can be a gnome They are not walls and a roof on top It’s a place you belong, where flower buds pop It’s not physical, maybe a room Home is a feeling, where flowers bloom! A home is everyone’s A place where love runs Filled with good and loyalty In a dark spacious room, there can be honesty! Home is where sadness is sadness is rare By the park, delight in the air In the sky, a passionate sun At the park, where there is fun! All of this can be imagination Where friends make a gigantic nation It is not, made with bricks Instead, friendship clicks With friends and family, laughter will grow With this magical feeling, boats can row Into a sunset, it softly glows As the sky darkens, a fierce wind blows But in your home, it peacefully slows. Thank you Humanity, for giving people homes This is my writing, out of everyone’s poems!