My Home

My home feels like a bumble bee, because it reminds me of my lemon tree. My house looks like a cloud over the sea. I am so lucky not to be in poverty. My house smells like my grandma’s cooking. Her cookies and muffins are always good looking. My house tastes like cotton candy, because my bed is nice and fluffy. My house sounds like music from an acoustic guitar. Even when the trees and leaves are sad, because cold winter comes. I am happy and warm in my home. My house has so many memories. It is where I feel peaceful.