My Treasure My Home

My treasure my home,

Is full of plants my dad grows,

The ray of hope the sun throws.

My treasure my home,

Is full of furniture my mom cleans,

And a basket full of bright dreams.

My treasure my home,

Touched with the melodious songs I play,

Has beautiful models made of clay.

My treasure my home,

Is with my lovely family,

Which lives together joyfully.

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