To me, My Home Is

Home is where my story starts full of laughter hope and joyful hearts. At home the grass is green and the snow is white like a fairytale cloudy yet bright. A window so big curtains so wide a perfect spot for me to hide. In a shower the water like rain from a far away land, the love and support of a helping hand. A house is made of wood and grease, but my home is made of love and peace. The sun shines my heart is full its like home has a magnetic pull. Home is where I listen to beautiful songs, home is where my heart belongs. Home is where I come back to after a fun filled day, somewhere to relax a place to play. At home when I look up at the stars above I think of all the things I love.