Home to Me

Leaves and ferns could construct a home. Or if you are fortunate, heavy bricks. The furnishing inside could be sturdy wood, It could be millions of delicate sticks. The enormous height of the Eiffel tower, Or like a short shed. A sparkling castle, appealing to the eye, Whereas it could be an old and dusty bed. A home could have a small chimney, Where all the smoggy, dense smoke escapes. It could have a lovely flower garden, Creating nice landscapes! No matter how much your unique home has, There is always one thing common. A cozy home where I am unharmed, Where our hopes never to darken! A home can be where you have a heart, And where we share our thoughts. The perfect home is where we roam, No matter all the doubts. Home is a beautiful place, Where you grow, love and sleep. It is more than the brick and mortar, That makes your house a home. It is the memories and occupants, You make along the way. “Home is where our story begins.”