The Midnight Air
As the wind blows through the midnight air,
Glistening through the eye,
Some may wonder why the air froze,
Some know exactly why
Freeze! I said Freeze!
The air couldn't make a sound
Hands Up! Shut Up!
The air is known to be proud
As the air pleads and begs for wind,
Wind is splitting away,
Yet some say wind always come back,
Just to leave another day
Bang! Pow! Kadoosh!
That's the end of the air's ways,
The wind will never come back,
As the air peacefully lay
This poem is about:
My community
My country