Thalia, The Wandering Poetess

For those who said that I have no home,
And pitied me greatly,
To them I say,
Mother Earth is my home,
And what a magnificent and vast palace I have,
To roam about as I please,
And feast upon an endless feast,
In changing seasons,
Basking in nature's glory and wisdom,
Marveling at its splendor,
So it is I who pities you greatly,
As my home lets me be,
Who I am,
And makes me free.