My Home

My house is made with wood and metal, my home is made with love. My house was built by humans, my home is made by my furry friends: Luna, Bea, Skye, Oskar and Rain. My home is a place where I can sit down, relax. My home is a place where there is no fear or sadness, just joy, happiness, and warmth. My home may seem like it’s made of weak wood and metal, but with my family, its walls get reinforced, stronger than anything on planet earth with the amount of positivity, and love. My home has pets that have came and stayed. My house has had pets that have came and went. Rest In Peace, Honey and Bruce. If my house were to be a picture, it would be gray and a hundred years old, but my family gave it a splash of beautiful, vibrant colours of light and love that made my home. The cold, stormy winter nights are hardly noticeable because of the indestructible walls of my home that are made by all the wonderful things and memories, and love. If my home were to be a box, it would be over flowing, and bursting at the seems with the light and joy that has built up from the constant happiness. If my home were to be a season, it would be spring because of all the love that sprouts up every single day, like a beautiful flower, popping up from the ground, like the buds on the trees bursting into a beautiful green, like my home. If my home were to be an element, it would be fresh water, to represent new life and health. If my home were to be an animal, it would be a dog: Loyalty, protection, warmth, laughter. If my home were to be any type of structure, well you could bet it would be, my home.