Imperfect Homes Perfect Lives

I like my house a little messy

A little imperfect you may say

I like to leave my bed unmade

A little dust on surfaces must stay

I like plants with ants in pots

Amongst flowers on display

I like the pigeons building nests

Leaving my balcony in disarray

Love watching plants grow in the same pot

Keeping their differences at bay

I like it when things are imperfect

But happiness grows from night to day