Wind and Tree

 

‘You’re still here’ said the wind to the tree;

‘And where else would I be, this is home’.

But the wind was already gone.

Some days later, ‘But don’t you get bored?’

‘Even the stirring of soil beneath my roots interests me’.

         

But the wind was already gone.

When passing again, the wind asked, ‘Don’t you long to travel?’

‘This place and I are as inseparable as lovers.’

But the wind was already gone.

The next time the tree asked, ‘Won’t you stop a moment?’

‘Oh, to have such freedom’ replied the wind

and it was gone.