When I Think Of Home

When I think of home, I feel a warm wave of comfort as if the sun has just given me the coziest embrace. My home is in my heart. Wherever I go, nothing replaces the tender feeling of home. Home is a place where I can be myself and take comfort in the wildest moments. My home is this glorious country Canada. When I enter my home, a peaceful tranquility floats down on my heart like a delicate leaf that is leaving its branch to rest on the lush grass. I feel like the hard burden of the world has evaporated. At home my people understand me, cherish me, and give me the roots to grow my own wings so I can fly higher. My home gives me the courage as a baby bud to show the world my own petals. My home is like glittering fireworks that shimmer in the eerie abyss of the night and gives me a spark of hope in the darkest moments. This hope fills me with such deep emotions that I want to do something big for my community. My home brings me happiness, no matter how gray the skies are. The joy and harmony in my home is so special that my spirit enlightens when I think about home. My home is where I belong. My home is like the puzzle piece that completes the last part of me. My home is where I can recharge and freshen up so I can be ready to conquer another day. Home is where I get inspiration and peace from. Home is where I feel safe, secured and loved. My home is CANADA!