Provides What?

In the morning I leave my home Walking right through the front door, Saying Goodbye to my loved ones there. Hoping for the best day today. I walk home carrying a bag, Exhausted I collapsed on my bed. Imagination Changes the Theme. Like the birds in the sky, Flying and trying to catch some fish, Feeding their loved ones back at their nest. Food is provided on the table. Dinner is finished, Not a single Crumb left on the plate. Dinner is now gone. And dessert is now there. This is an example of what home provides. When I am cold, every morning the sun does rise I feel the warm beam shining brightly through my bedroom window. An image appears in front of my eyes, So I lift my head from my soft bed. Remembering the great days that have passed, I know today will be the same, lovely day.