A home is just a building, but not quite

A home is just a building… but not quite, To a stranger, it's merely a passing sight. They see the walls, the bricks, the door, But to me, it means so much more. It’s a sanctuary, a fortress strong, Where my soul finds peace all along. It’s a garden, a field, where love can grow, Sprouts of joy in each season’s flow. Vines of laughter, tears entwine, Around the trees, their roots align. For in this place, my heart takes flight, A home, not just a building, but my light. Running around, playing in the snow, With no cares in the world to show. As the day fades, warmth starts to grow, A comforting embrace as night begins to flow. In the quiet night, under starry skies, Home is where the heart truly lies. Where dreams are nurtured, and rest is near, A place of comfort, love, and cheer. And so, you see, A home is just a building… but not quite.