Home sweet home

At home, I watched a crow fly by my window. Wait, what is home? Well, home could be the raging sea, Or have the gentleness of a bee. Home could be made out of the trees in the forest Or it could be the heat of August. Home is the wings of a bug No matter what, it is filled with love. Home gives you a sense of belonging And fills your want of longing. Home could be the beauty of the flower, Or an angry glower. Home is for all creatures, Big and small, Short and tall. Home could be the peace of a dove Or you could knock something from above. This is what home is to me.