When ladies and gentlemen are deep in sleep
Snuggled their bodies in a warm blanket,
The nature’s temperature is sizzling, 39 degree to say,
Burning and scorching the weather was to blame,
“A little cold space I need.” Is all he could say.
Since Humanity couldn’t gift him a little space,
Nature awarded him, with a bounty
Of freshening trees, gusty wind and nights on the crossroad.