Winds Retire

The winds retire, the obedience wills,
Commands require access for the hope.
The will of weathers is strong, full,
Like a ghost and its garden, the poltergeist.

May the dangers in the middle be united,
Goodness is to love for the enemy,
No impotence shall save the innocent,
For power is compelling the leaders.

May humble bridges destroy the cars
That roam above and the skies also fall;
Abhorrent skies are a fractured sky,
Fully forming like a universe after the bang.