My home Is the night, with the moon and the stars to keep me company.
My home is a tree, with the wind to blow the leaves around.
My home is where the peace is easily kept- easily and without question.
My home is where I don’t need wings to fly or eyes to see.
My home is where the grass is soft and warm and green, and the deep cool rivers run on forever.
My home is where the music surrounds me like a cloud, lifting me up as if I were lighter than air.
My home is where every living thing lives in peace and harmony.
Another poem. I really like this one.
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