My home

Home, where the soul is. My soul belongs to Guina, to the red, yellow, green. The land of the free and brave; home of the diamonds and gold. Guinea is as beautiful as a rose. The beautiful stars above your head shines like diamonds. With trees flopping side to side you hear them talking to you. The sun shineson my home and illuminates my heart. Guinea is a happy place. The people are warm, friendly like sunshine. The direct contact of loved ones trembles in the soul. Lfe as simple as watching tv. The tears of joy fall like rain. Guinea my beautiful homeland, with its shining waterfalls and starlit nights. Water in the pool is cool like the ocean. The wind blows through my heart th memories of my home dance in my heart.