The Wind

I wish I would just be the wind
Go wherever I need without resistance
No aim about direction
Without care of what I might hit and stumble upon
Obstacles just purposing to change my course
Others just to rush through
Causing music along my way
Soften a heat, strengthening rain
Tickle a fire, or flush it out cold
Skies offer home, clouds merely toys
If I was the wind, all my worries would be my joys

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