Inanimate Beauty

I wish I was a windchime
Over the dead in a cemetary
Played by the wind,
Giving songs with no meaning
To those who feel meaningless

I wish I was a balloon
Flying higher and higher,
No need would confound me
I know only of flight

I wish I was a leaf
Growing and changing
And suddenly falling
In the middle of winter
To meet with all my comrades

I wish I was a raindrop
Pushed down by gravity
With the only purpose of landing
Touched by the wind,
I would inevitably descend
With my family and friends

Lifeless and beautiful
Meaningless and purposeful
I wish my life was like
A ray of sunshine

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This poem is one of my favorite poems. Maybe even my all-time favorite. I was riding home one day from school, and my dad was talking to me about something. I was sad (shocker). And so I looked out the window and saw all these things, just inanimate and swaying and... being. A windchime, a balloon, a leaf, a raindrop; all of them had no worries, no troubles. All they have to do is do what nature intended them to do. They just ARE, and nothing gets in the way of that, and nothing gets in the way of what they do every day. And I wish I just did something constant every day, had a life as simple as an inanimate beauty.