My Home Outside My House

My house is not my home, My ceiling is the sky, The mountains are my walls My art is clouds My clutter is the grass, The gorgeous bright flowers, the weeds and the seeds, Please may they flower I have a Mother and a mom, One who gave birth to me both who hear, see & hold me with them I am held, never alone, I can always find my own path - Home, Sometimes they push on me like the wind - Sometimes a breeze and sometimes a blow, but always, with love So that I can grow. My friends are the loons and racoons The horses and bears oh how do they care? Without them I could not face my own dares My sink is the ocean where my emotions flow In like waves, sometimes in moments and sometimes days Out like the rivers and into a lake Oceans of power thoughts do they make My floor is the dirt, pebbles, and rocks. My fireplace is not powered with your toxic gas, but the volcanoes erupting with lava Mix the lava with sand and it will turn into glass walk on glass, how my heart breaks But watch your step, because your feet may ache! My bed is the moss, Mother Nature is the Boss, My blanket is the leaves, falling softly on me Like trees do they the tower, I find my own power My path is my own I am known to wander and roam, Who knows what path I should take? My earth, My love, My only true home My mind so free, I know I shouldn’t worry I’m safe to just be - Me, One with mother nature Go sit in you skyscraper maybe that's your home but my home is my nature