Why Am I

what was my name? asked the passing wind, how do i know... humming a song, the wind passes the wood hopping and jumping on the path why am i standing here? asked the drifting cloud, how do i care... embracing the trees of the mountainside, the cloud drifts buoyantly dancing and bouncing around what am i doing here? asked the blazing sun high above, it’s none of my concern... throwing burning fire to the earth, the sun moves west while beckoning a reddened glow why am i still here? asked a leaf fording rapids, you may have an inseparable tie on this troubled world... as if sighs and sobs, the leaf roams on water with murmur when can i be there on the other side of the world? asked the stars above a field of shriveled reeds, one of such dark and frightening nights where the blizzard whips and tears the broken reeds... the stars fell on swaying reeds became a chilly downpour rain