My Paradise

Home is a place that makes people feel quite different things, When I take a deep breath in the morning I smell the morning aroma, But at night it’s quite a fright with the smell of darkness even though its, A nice night. Hearing is quite the same, I hear happiness and joy, Though at midnight it’s lonely and dark though I see the night sky. I see my loved ones filled with joy, For that I say no home is the same but the family builds the home with Memories, At midnight it’s quite an amazing sight with so many lights. Home also makes you feel, I feel different things, Mental and physical, Mentally my family touches me with their kindness, Physically my family is respectful to my space, Though they give me hugs, Which are cute as ladybugs. Home makes me taste cases unsolved, Though there is one, Home is happy and loving with care, the one solved case. So solve that case for the people that need it most, so solve the mystery Post this poem for them not me.