Home

Hearthlight flickers, crackling low games at the table, loud, victory screams allowed. Brick is the sturdy home, Glass is the open home, Wood is the cozy home One door, four walls, one roof — but home is not a place, it’s a feeling. Over time, the walls grow worn, pictures in frames misaligned, yet love still remains, intertwined. Stone is the lasting home, Metal is the roaming home, Cob is the living home, One door, four walls, one roof — but home is not a place, it’s a feeling. Mornings glow with golden light, windows bright with warmth and cheer, apple crisp throughout the year. Mycelium is the future home, Hempcrete is the breathing home, Newspaper wood is the knowing home, One door, four walls, one roof— but home is not a place, it’s a feeling. Evening settles, lamps glow, Stories told, dreams away carrying love beyond the day. Tradition is the lasting home, Laughter is the happy home, Love is the safe home, One door, four walls, one roof— but home is not a place, it’s a feeling.