In winter home is where I go ,
To get cozy and hide from the snow while my mom makes sweet smelling hot coco.
In spring home is where I go,
To dry off with a soft,silky towel when it’s rainy and I’m wet from head to toe.
In summer home is where I go ,
To get under the frozen air conditioning when I’m hot and there’s no summer blow.
In fall home is where I go,
To let my eyes drift to sleep after catching leaves that fall down low.