A Chest Full of My Home 

If I could bring all the pieces of my home with me In a magic chest, I would pack... The sound of glaring birds chirping in the backyard trees, The smell of a cherry red rose from my garden, And a sky flying hummingbird in the blowing through my window.   If I could bring all the pieces of my home with me In a magic chest, I would pack... A banana split with a cherry on top from the freezer, as cold as an iceberg, The howling of a wolf in the moonlight when I roast marshmallows by the fire, And a magic carpet waiting at my doorstep in the bright sunlight.   If I could bring all the pieces of my home with me In a magic chest, I would pack... A black bear from the deep dark forest that has a blaring growl, An eye of the tiger that that gives you a death stare from my bedroom, And a tornado that goes, POP! In the dark bloomy skies out my window. If I could bring all the pieces of my home with me In a magic chest, I would pack... My pet snail who’s as fast as 5G internet on a Sunday when I am lying in bed, My cool cat scampering in the healthy green grass when I play in the yard, And a professional dancer prancing through a portal in my living room.