Wonder Of The World Poem by Naveed Akram

I am peaceful in this puzzle,
Forming season after season,
Keeping the air while I climb,
With these pyramids of joy,
The great pyramids of Egypt.

I still see a sandy mere isle
Called the desert, and it hides
The heat from Europe,
And as the sand blows
Storms do not cease.

I can see in the air what is Egypt
In the air, and snow has emptied,
Yes, it has happened farther north,
And yet these pyramids I gape
At with full force and disaster.