I wonder

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I wonder, what it would be like
to be the wind.
                           Blowing away all my problems
would be a breeze.

I wonder ,what it would feel like
to be the ocean.
                           Carrying the aquatic life forms and engulfing the world waste.

I wonder , what it would be like
to be a tree.
                   Shading away dried , decayed friends would be a question of occasion

I wonder what it would be like
to be soil.
                Being a form of stability to those that need me and sheltering the weak roots from the harsh world.

I wonder what it would be like
to be fire.
                Feared for my ability to destroy everything in sight and loved for my ability to provide light.

*sigh*
          I wonder...

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