Where We Belong

Home is like a burrow for bunnies, where they enjoy life, full of funnies. It’s warm and bright, no matter the weather, It welcomes me back with a pot of heather. Home is like the trees for birds, it’s peace written in more than words. It always welcomes all my emotions, and it doesn’t care about others’ notions. Home is like the dreys for squirrels, and it saves all my emotional murrells. It keeps all of the memories, and it never ever picks favourites. Home is mine, home is yours, home is where we all belong.