Changing States
I start as a soft whisper,
and grow into a roar.
I start as a seed,
and slowly grow towards the sky.
I have no limits.
I can go wherever I want.
Once I reach my potential,
I'm there forever.
I travel across rivers;
Oceans, seas.
I see time travel;
People growing up.
The tiniest shiver,
I can create.
The biggest jungle,
I can be.
Sometimes, the elusiveness of my nature,
is something I hate.
But sometimes my towering presence,
is too big to bear.
I pass the trees and wish to be.
I feel the wind and wish to be.
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