The Towers

Blue
beautiful sky.
Birds
singing on high.

The towers stood tall,
no one expected them to fall.

Some jumped,
others didn't.
There was no way
to win it.

Up in a cloud,
smoke and dust.
Some screamed
that war
was a must.

Families left
to grieve.
The reasons why,
no one could conceive.

Tears
still fall,
this fall.
But closer we've become,
under this peacful sun.