The Wanderer

I own no land, but the land owns me.
from sea to earth every moment i flee.
You might see me as richest on earth,
or you might think i have no worth.
Homeless, yet having the largest home,
for this whole world i can freely roam.
Wars don't scare me, boundaries won't stop me,
locks are useless, i need no keys.
The 'mighty' humans are but slaves to my whim,
If I run faster, they will all be ailing.
I have no hands, no feet ; my face no one can see,
yet my voice can be heard through lawn and lea.
My will decides the sailing of ships,
I can make the plants sway on their hips.
You can call me a ruler or a landless labourer,
But in the end, I'll always be a wanderer.