Little seed called home

Home isn't a place that is just on the map. The second you walk in you hear a familiar sound like laughter and familiar colours . It's like it's just there . You know little seed moments grow into a huge tree . You know that one time where you went for a walk in that autumn time which felt like a normal thing remembering when you jumped in the pile of leaves that took forever to gather . The laughter douncing through your ear . The leaves title covering your little fragile body . But just enough so you can still breathe . Bright colour coloring you like your in a small bright chest of colour full of treasures . The leaves are covering your thoughts really warmly. There you are lying down in full tranquility . Then a familiar hand grabs you out . That time just felt like it was a perfect dream . You really never would have known that you would yearn so bad for that moment to just be there . Others probably had other memories like that . Home isn't just a place after a really hard day of work , or where you sleep ,do your homework .It's a place where your little seed moments grow into a huge tree . It's where laughter spreads through your tree's roots.