Blown off

by Aleza Freeman

“This is the way
it has to be,”
said the wind to the willow
near the old oak tree.

“You sway as
I breeze through
the tops of the trees.
The lust from my gust
brings the trees to
their knees.

For I am but a tease.
I’ll ignore
all your pleas.
Don’t cry over me
as I fly away free.”