I Sweep But Don't Clean

A strand of hair shielding my eyes
No one can see
With a trembling hand I remove the haze
To awake my troubled eyes

I am the wind
I sweep but don't clean
I carry the dirt farther away

I am the sun
I am of no use to blossoming buds or ripening fruits
At times I peek from behind the clouds
And shine through myself

I am the rain
My drops will not touch you
For I am the flood