I'm from joy and laughter.
Spending long hours in the breezy heat of summer.
I'm from early wakes in worry of where my mother was.
From patiently sitting; waiting for school to end.
I'm from cold morning and hot evening, where the city is lively.
When the breeze picks up; of which my home got its name.
When the night creeps up on the city and night brings light to the street.
When the lights shine bright, that's the time when you return home.
The city life is where I'm from.