Home

home to me,

is a place in clarity,

whether that’s a thing,

or a lively wonder of being,

home can be life,

of ones surrounding,

however they choose to glee,

in what we call home,

in a dome,

or maybe even in the snow,

in the words that you speak,

can be home to ones peak,

if life goes by,

i pray one seeks,

this amazing journey,

sparked with a seed,

to be surrounded by,

peace and serenity,

it can be a place,

or a thing,

it can be in the midst,

of a sting,

it can be humans,

and animals,

or just love you see,

the mind comprehends,

how i choose to see,

the heart always draws me,

to what’s called for me,

whether that be,

in a space of a tree,

i see home in everything,

including in me