My Home

My family is home, When there is no light, Things don’t feel right My mother and father are there They guard me like a grizzly bear So warm and graceful So bright and wonderful This is my home Under the moonlit sky I roam In the mountains that are my home The stars are my guide In this great divide Between buildings and cars And the Nature that we give scars In the night the crickets chirp Their presence they assert In the day they fall silent As if on an order they are compliant In the farmland of my home Two carabaos peacefully roam A few farmers harvesting wheat For me, you and many more to eat Thank you for reading my poem. I really appreciate what you do to help people get a home, I think that you should keep doing what you do and I do hope that this entry helps someone get a home. I wish you the best of luck in your journey to help people.