I’d like to be the wind

In my next life, I think I’d like to be the wind 
Make trees shiver in delight, dappling sunlight in my wake 
A song of sweet relief to counter unforgiving heat

What is a force of nature, if not God itself
To invoke fear and awe unto unwitting romantics
Howling with pure abandon 
Propelling massive vessels across vast seas

​I carry your secrets  
I’m a vehicle not a vessel 
Twirling stray leaves 
Sweeping up tumbleweeds
Formless and frictionless
Forceful and free 

I thought I wanted to be the ocean but I envy the way the wind blows 
When people cower against gusts of wind — 
I open my arms wide 
Feeling a second hand high  
Because if I’m the wind
Maybe then I can be set free