Home, my home is not with family nor is my home with friends
My home is the wilderness where all my days are spent
The cool air blows making leaves turn and branches bend, a tree calls out to me
Large full of dull leaves high and mighty among the other saplings.

During the night i am reluctant to leave this tree for it gives me the comfort that i need
Something no other human can seem to give, this tree sturdy and lean not even the wind could break this tree nor storm or rain for it is my home at the end of the day.

When i come from school the tree is there waiting till i’m ready to play
There when i’m sick or sad this tree never fails to soak up my tears through the hard bark
I feel safe in it’s embrace
this tree i call home is on it’s last days the leaves falling bark withering and strong it is no more for winter has come and home gone
My heart breaks as i realize
The tree will no longer be there to wait for me at dawn.