The air filled with heat

Settles down into sudden sleep

The sky which white puffy clouds arise

Now descends into a majestic sunrise

My mind trapped between earths motions

Gives a lurch into complete motion

As the earth keeps rolling

Sao does my body, but instead it’s strolling

Down long corridors of wooden planks

Up the sandy beaches with rocky banks

Heading straight to St George Worth’s rolling tanks

I do not follow rules but instead build tools

Not weapons of mass destruction

But safe heavens of mass construction

I am the keeper of the good

And the blockade of evil

I savor the good

And spit out the uneatable

I support who I like

And go against who I despite

What can I do, but fly the greatest kite

Who am I, nothing but a bite!