I am the Wind

I am the wind, evanescent in schemes

I live my life, in the shadow of your breeze

I am the dust, to the weeds that prevailed

I live my life, in grass of the entailed

My dreams are the similar to the rain  who cries

She drips to the floor, and achingly dies

So I am the mountain, whose peak is undersea

And live in the fountain, whose waters are but free