I Turn into a Song, Like a Swan Flying

Sometimes I’m a ship upon the sea, Ignoring big waves, as free as can be. But I do not compare myself, let's see, To that ship, which leaves no trace, no legacy. Sometimes I’m a mountain, tall and grand, With a great white cap upon my head, so planned. But the breeze sweeps that crown from hand, And I lose it beyond the clouds, lost in the land. Sometimes I’m a forest or sometimes peak, A protector for the weak, my roots to keep. But with empty hands and no skill to show, I realize I’m just a poet with no place to grow. Then my spirit falters, like sand in the breeze, Faded by illusions, lost in the seas. With my thoughts scattered, my mind unbound, I turn into a song, like a swan flying around.