WHAT HOME MEANS TO ME

I think home is like nature. I can hear the beautiful sounds of tapping rain. My mom sings a tune like the birds chirping and we eat scrumpish pancake that smells like blooming flowers. Outside is quiet and calm like the forest. Dad laughs like the roar of the lion waiting for its prey. My mom, sitting me at the dining table for an annoying math lesson, like the sounds of a buzzy bee buzzing right by me. Waves of music are passing through our home. Like the sounds of waves splashing through the rocks. The house is scary in the night like the monstrous pitch black in the creepy woods. Scary sounds Like the howling sound of the wolf is scaring me. But my mom cheers me up like the yellow golden sun shining upon me. My pet fish swims around like tuna dancing in the water. My mom and dad and I sit at the the kitchen table and talk loudly like the loud chirp of a parrot’s chirp. Night time is dark but peaceful like the calm dark trees rustling and the wind blowing. I get sleepy like the animals start to drift away. So my home is like nature and that is THE END