POEM: I am the wind

I'd rather be the wind than the tree.
I'd rather be unseen than be unheard.

I'd rather be the wind,
Unable to breathe, but is alive.
Unable to speak, but is heard.

I'd be the wind that reaches summits,
Than a sturdy tree that sits.

I'd rather be the wind that disappear,
But linger.

I'd rather be the wind.