The wind caresses the leaves from the trees
And I watch them fall, willingly
Bending in the force of the wind.
If I were to bend to your desire,
Would you treat me as the wind
Treats the leaves on the trees?
Blowing me along, caressing me gently?
Or would you be the storming gale,
Burying me beneath your power and might
Until I was destroyed, blown away
Dissolved underneath you strength?
I will not bend like the leaves on those trees
Letting the wind jerk me into submission
Bowing to the will of the cutting air.
I will be myself, mixing with the wind,
Swirling upward in the currents of the breeze,
Until I reach the highest point
With the wind.
Please critique it.
Edit 1: Tried to change the will thing...I like the end though, and don't really know what to do with it to make it feel more complete.
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