My home sweet home

Just because you have a house does not mean it is your home. My home sounds like laughter and music.My neighborhood sounds like kids playing and laughing.My country sounds like a celebration. My home feels like a cozy cabin that makes me feel safe.My neighborhood feels like a place where I have friends who care which makes me happy.My country feels like a warm welcome where everyone is included. My home smells like freshly baked cookies dipped in milk.My neighborhood smells like fields where me and my friends play. My country smells like fresh maple syrup. My home would taste like warm milk heated in the microwave.My neighborhood would taste like hot chocolate.My country would taste like beaver tails, a delicious baked good. My home looks like laughing people playing games and listening to music.My neighborhood looks like a big welcoming family. My country looks like a maple leaf where everyone is different and everyone is welcome.