Swaying.

A mighty tree may sway
Within a mighty wind,
Blown this way so long
Its bent is pinned.
It cannot change direction
But to grow
Further in the way
The winds may blow.

And here, beneath the tree,
I feel its strength.
I feel the soul embedded
Through its length,
The grandest lord in nature
Noble, true,
And yet, strong wind,
He bows his head to you.

You are the wind my friend,
And I the tree.
You have the power to sway
The heart of me.
And I... I have no will
But natures course,
And grow where’er the wind
Directs its force.