The Cold Breeze
The cold breeze,
Makes winter nights freeze,
And the crowd of murmuring bees,
Sings the buzzing tone, with a great ease,
And the silence around, has something to seize,
Maybe the answer hidden is, with those solemn trees,
A group of bats, allowing their wings in full length to release,
In the night full of darkness, I fitfully wonder how their eyes sees.
Witnessing the beauty of nature, I feel gifted to the world of all these,
Before they operate me the most, I want all of myself to out-squeeze.