What a home means to me

Not a sound, not even a creak. No one is even peeking through this lovely home, as cars drive by a big sigh from the house on the grass, oh so sad as cars ignore this house. It is like a person at the playground being alone while people walk by, but wait a minute, as a person stops by to play with this person, a car stops by to see this house, their eyes glimmer and shine as the big house stares, “This, is perfect!” a family comes out, to see a house. Sounds of chatter, walls painted, what could it be? As the people watch tv, they took care of the home. At a playground, people walk by. The house is with a friend now, playing in the sand staying forever, as they laugh, and laugh. The house is happy to have people. Not lonely anymore for the rest of their days. The sun sets, the moon rises, all comfy and happy. They are all tired, they all fall asleep, as they all dream of their home being so happy. “This is our home.” they say in the dream. They're glad to be here. So comfy in their beds fast asleep. No matter how small, how big, how tall, how short, they are still a home. But some people do not have a home, but everyone deserves it, just be glad that you even have a home, I wish that the people who cannot afford a home, get the money so they can.