What the wind tells me...

You are the wind….

Ever changing direction,

Sometimes strong,

Sometimes silent,

Lifting me up,

Or pushing against me.

I am a tree…

Apparently standing still,

Sometimes sheltering,
Sometimes needing support,

Moving with the wind,

Sometimes breaking.

Watch my branches wave,

Hear the winds sigh,

See my leaves fall,

Feel the power of the breeze,

I have no choice,

But to do as the wind tells me.