Longing for a home

I am only a butterfly Flying all around the world is just a hobby I see families going in and out of houses giggling with one another Oh how I wish for a place to call my own A place to spread out my wings and be myself Finding a home would be a delight I would truly be peaceful and content I am sad to see all the children going home for the day It makes me long for somewhere to stay I've lived in multiple different houses Now I crave a true home Now I long for a familiar place where mom and dad can call me for dinner where memories are made where laughter spreads How I long for not just a simple house but instead a Lovely and serene home