The Silo کے بول

Since we don't live in the city Where the buildings scrape the sky We are limited to surroundings That don't quite reach as high Restricted simply by ordinance In our small and quaint town Structures seem to lack vision And are barely off the ground Enter the silo Reach to the sky Alone or in pairs Cannot be denied Scattered throughout the landscape So rural yet so pristine The silos are projected upward As they occupy the scene Engrossed by their simple beauty From our small and quaint town These structures invoke power As they rise up from the ground