Love on Foreign Soil

I started to build a
House on foreign land.
And in my minds eye
It was going to be grand.

I brought a few friends
And various supplies,
And soon my house stood,
Lovely on the eyes.

My friends enjoyed my house,
Though not as much as I did.
I loved it more than any
Mansion, palace, or pyramid.

I lived their eight months,
Until one sad day
The walls began to crack
And the floors slipped away.
I knew my house had
Been the perfect one for me.
It just needed to be built
Stronger and more stably.

I asked the townsfolk
About this foreign soil.
I watched and worked
With their friendship and their toil.

I learned that the seasons
Effected the land,
So I built a stronger foundation
With my own two hands.

And now the land is not
Foreign to me at all.
I hope this new foundation
Keeps my house strong and tall.