A home is the family united,

Not the house, which is an object,

Full of warmth, greatness,

How amazing it is,

Peace is all over the place,

They call it a small heaven,

That may be because they had never seen a,

Great home like mine.

It is not luxurious,

The wonderful home,

Everyone wishes for,

Not in suburbs, townships,

But in the village,

Happiness is dispersed like pollen dispersed by wind.

My Home.