A Home is Where I Soar

A Home is Where I Soar A home is a place where I soar through the air. Where I have no cares, it’s a place where nothing can bother me, not even a bee. It's a place where I feel like I'm in a tree , where I'm up in the air, where I'm free. A home smells like freshly baked chocolate pie. It sounds like birds singing their song. It’s where I belong. Whether there's a rose bush outside, some crows looking for something to eat or a big yard of corn or wheat. If I see my neighbor walking their dog, I could offer them Eggnog. Whether it’s made out of wood, metal or steel, whether there's a flower or just a petal. Habitat for Humanity makes a home for people that need them, and it might even include a honeycomb! That’s why we all say “Three cheers to Habitat for Humanity” because they could help me, you, and everybody!