The bed blankets greet me soon after I'm back,

The sweet-spicy smell of chai tea is coming from the kitchen,

The carpet cushions my footsteps when I awaken

To go into the sitting room

I nearly never attempted to fathom,

How some so despise being in one place,

A call: "Collect your thoughts and valuables,

And leave them in sight of only you."

A perfect place for anyone to be, 

Can only honestly be described as home,

We, mankind made homes of straw, wood and brick,

Such diversity defines us through and through.