I would be the wind, swift and unseen,

lifting you up where you’ve never been.

I would be the roots, deep in the earth,

holding you steady, knowing your worth.

I would be the morning light,

guiding you through shadows of night.

I would be the shade on a summer’s day,

cool and calm in the heat’s bright sway.

I would be the pages, blank and wide,

for dreams and thoughts you’d choose to confide.

I would be the rain, gentle and true,

washing away the weight you once knew.

Not for praise or for a debt,

not for promises unmet,

but simply because it’s what friends do—

yes, I would be anything for you.