My Home

MY HOME I see my walls that are bright beige Where I eat my morning banana I thank God for the food and for my home I wash my hand in a pure white sink that shoots out white water that will clean me My guinea pigs wheek when I walk through the door (probably because they want food) But I think of them when I think of my house My house was already built when I moved in, but I enjoy it and appreciate my house as if it were made just for me I think of my house as a lion that protects me or a chameleon that hides me from danger My room has a large window so I can see many happy faces smiling at me An orange bed, a table of lego, and a closet full of books I am outside looking at my house I have a lime green door And a table for tea And a lush green tree waiting for me My home is where I roam. My home.