My Home

Home is a place where the heart finds peace, Where every object speaks of me. Where childhood steps echo under the moon, and memories live in every quiet corner. Home is the scent of freshly baked bread and the whisper of rain against the windowpane. Where night stars dance in the sky, and morning greets us with a warm ray. Home is laughter resonating through the halls, and the tears we manage to hold back together. Where joy and sorrow are shared equally, where we learn to forgive and to wait. Home is a garden where our dreams bloom, where every tree is a friend and kin. Where roses unfold in silence. And birds serenade us at dawn.