A splendid yet flawed somebody
A distinct strangeness of his anatomy
Mystery surrounds his hands
That were both wide and grand
Mistaken as a deformed being
That is what they were all seeing
But the wind, the air—he can command
With his grip so tight, he took a stand
A couple of tornadoes then came
A Windshield, he was then named
He grabbed the tips, as simple as that
And crumpled the tornadoes with just one clap.
From now and then
No matter what happens
He is the saviour of his town
Nothing can bring him down!
But as the time passed by
He never observed, he denies
That the people around him
One by one, began to dim
An elite group of mob around
Chased him away from town!
They never get so close, they groaned
Cause with just one slap, they were blown!
The boy was taken for granted
This wasn't what he wanted
Yet he will never give up
He said, "But this hurts a lot."
And so his adventure began
To find a home, he can withstand
Then a bird-like Lady appeared
"Come with me." She decreed
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