Looking for Home

What is home? Is it here? Is it there? I'm looking for home. I walk down to the pond, and I spot a green frog. "Ribbit!" it croaks, looking at me. "Hello, how can I help you?" it says. “Hello, frog. I'm looking for home. Do you know here to find it?" “Yes, of course! Follow me!" he says. Then he hops into the cool waters of the pond, and I follow after. “Home is wherever the water flows, wherever there is a warm rock to sit on, and lots of bugs to eat! Home is here. Where there are lots of reeds, so I can play hide and seek with my friends!" he exclaims. “Thanks," I say, "but I don’t think this is the home for me." I climb out of the creek, and I spot a huge, beautiful purple bird. “Hello, bird!" I cry. “I'm looking for home, can you help me?" “Howdy! 'Course I can! Hop on my back," she caws. We soar into the sky together, flying through the clouds. "Home is in the big blue sky, where I feel free... and happy. Home is in the beautiful trees, where I can build my nest and lay my eggs safely." “Thanks," I said, “but I don't think this is the home for me." I walk back to my house, wondering if I’ll ever find "home." As I walk through the door, I smell the familiar smell of delicious cooking, and hear the sizzling of the pan. My mum rushes out of the kitchen to give me a warm hug. I walk into the living room an see my dad watching TV, and he turns around and gives me his bright smile. I am surrounded by memories... and love. Maybe, I think... maybe this is "home.”