Wind Poem by Anonymous Still

Now as the days pass by
I want more to be wind
Invisible yet felt
I wonder if it will be the best form of hiding
To which the master of my mind shouts "yes"!
I passing over mountains, making the trees dance
And celebrating life everyday
Under the strokes of cloud in the pitch blue sky
And kissing moon and the stars in the dark night
Wind is never alone
Everything sways under its symphony
Yet I wonder
Will I be judged for being a cool breeze or fierce storm?
Wind ain't sorry for herself
And neither would I have to be
Being so lifeless yet so full of life
It makes me envy her
Alas!
If ever eluding was so graceful..
More than that I envy clouds
For never wanting to move without her
How can something be so truthful and loving?
If ever wind had name
I would have named her "life"
And it would have illusioned me into thinking
Albeit a short time
That my "life" is touching mountains and scaling new heights