My first try to express what "HOME" means to me. 

It belongs to you, it grwos out of your heart if you feel good there. for first it it just a little sprout with small green leaves made of family, frendships and responsibility. 

While years the tree grows up. The roots, your feeling of being home, increases with the place to live in. 

Everyone has got an own home, vivible in different colors of leaves in the other trees.