Home is not a physical place. Physical
things can be moved, lost, taken away.
Home is the place that makes you the
happiest and that is from within, and
those who support you and will be there
for you.
The Greatest Home is peace in your heart
when all physical things are gone, tooken
away, or lost!
A Poem wrote:
The snow may fall and crinkle upon your
feet. The solids become dust and particle
in time. The walkers will pass without sight
and the seer's will pass and observe without
sound.
Winter turns to Spring, and the the green,
reds and brown of Autum will pass. The
sky will cry it's final tears of changes gone
by. The sun will peak it's awareness that
home never changes, just what is below your
feet.
Spring bleed into Summer and the thoughts,
and feeling of the many footsteps will surround
you and start the dying process that is death.
The walkers will walk and not see. The seer's
will see the ground die, for Autumns blizzard.
laugh, play, celebrate this thing we call life, and
embrace the death of the sun to be.
Autumn will creep upon the dead leave of summer
and say no more, but I have always the key
to your hearts door and embrace my change
for I am home of death to silence, silence to
decay, and then to life as my home is always
the same, Thump!-Thump!, Thump!-Thump!.
My beating heart see's the change and I see my
way.