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

confusionimagerymetaphorfree verse

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