As Trees Bend to the Wind By Liam Murray

It was calm at the start
With no warning of the storms to come.
I settled down and lay down my roots
Drawing my nourisment from my new surroundings.

The first storm came within a short time
It felt but a breeze and I bent to it.
As trees bend to the wind.
As I bent to you.

The wind came again stronger than before
I bent to it again.
It seemed easier this time
easier to bend to the wishes of the wind.

Soon this was a pattern that we followed each time
The wind blows and I bend.
And each time a part of me is blown away
Scattered by your winds.
Making me less.

It was bound to happen sooner or later.
The wind grew more demanding
Confident because I had bent every time.
I snapped.
The wind howled.

With this break I was transformed
from bending willow to strong oak unmoving.
The wind is now a gale.
It pushes against me trying to persuade
But I am strong in my belief and I do not falter.

It starts to rain.
Tears will not work on me as I hold true to my oath.
If I wish to bend to the wind I will
If not
I shan't.

Finally your lightning strikes me
Splitting me apart and rending me in two.
As I begin to fade I know I have succeeded
For who can you bend to your wind now?