Blow me down

Blow me down

I am not a sturdy oak

My roots burrowed deeply

With a firm hold

Not easily yielded

I will bend in certain

Situations

Streamlining

With just enough

To discount the fiercest blows

Until the strength

Of my resolve unravels

Stripped of any finery

My nakedness exposed

The wildness

Of the wind needs

More than a mere plaything

It will dispatch in blind fury

So many fall this way

Even the oak is battle scarred

Every deep gouge

Scored into rippled canyons of

Blackened bark

Carried with pride

Twisted arms outstretched

A welcome to us all

Without the asking

Of any special favour

It is a haven

Insulation from the rain

Until the lightning bolts

Me to the ground

Let me wallow

In your disapproval

I am swaying

Blow me down

My bow is breaking

If I fall

As barely the whisper

In a rumour

You may never find me there.