Home is like the smell of the ocean seas
The wind rustling the naked fall trees
A dog finally catching their tail
Receiving a letter from your favorite person in the mail
Biting into a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie
Someone being drafted to their dream team as a rookie
The feeling of a big comfy sweatshirt
Rolling down a grass hill and being covered in dirt
Home is a feeling in your heart
A place you’ve belonged from the start
Like the owl who lives in the tree
There is always a place for me
Home is the place for self expression
There is no room for any aggression
Thus coming home will bring me peace
And my happiness will ultimately increase.
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