A poem - The view from the roof of my building tonight

   This is the view from the roof of my building tonight.

   I can see tall buildings made of glass and gold and roads with lots of lights from cars and traffic.

   I can hear the men singing for people to come to pray.

   I can smell spicy food with hot sauce.

   I can hear the wind blowing across the buildings.

   I can see a crane ready to carry heavy construction tomorrow.

   This is the view from the roof of my building tonight.

   By Maia Al Chakif