the wind blows like
there is a tremendous fire
it has to put out and it is afraid
not to give its very best

but the problem with the wind
is it doesn't see anything else
except for that raging fire
blindly damaging everything around it

now when I walk the streets I see the wreck
the fallen branches and the leaves
and the uprooted trees that
the furious wind left in its wake

sometimes, people are like the wind
and you are the burning fire
everything around you might vanish
but you will still be there, raging on.*

I hope you will still be there.
Let the wind fuel the fire within you.