You are the wind and I am the Willow.
You can’t be seen except in traces and fingerprints. In the ways You move me- the ways You make me dance & cause me to rustle and shake.
You can’t be heard except for in quiet whispers when breezes produce sounds of rustling leaves on slender branches,
You are the earth that I am planted firmly in. I do not drift when I am in You.
You are warm. You give life-
sweet and steadfast- that is what You are.
You are the flowers and I am the leaves. I am simple. I change and fall away, You bloom in brilliant colors.
I bask in Your complexity- Your ability to take my simplicity and make me beautiful.
You are the wind. You are the willow. You are the earth and the flowers.
You are everything.