The Oak and the Breeze

If I were an oak and you were the breeze Would you whisper softly and put me at ease? Would you cradle me as the seasons pass Would you make me bend like a blade of grass Soothe me, sway me, forsake other trees And love only me if you were the breeze? If I were the breeze and you were an oak Would you welcome me into your lace lichen cloak? Would you dance with me throughout winter and spring Would you surrender the leaves to which you still cling As you feel my soft breath upon you evoke The pleasantest shiver if you were an oak? *Inspired by Sara Teasdale's "The Rose and the Bee"