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
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