Whichever way the wind went
The crooked tree bent.
I spent
Much time gazing at that tree,
Which looked back at me
And seemed to say
“As sure as night follows day,
We shall bend together
With the prevailing weather”.
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K Morris - Poet 
This is a lovely poem, Kevin. I really enjoy your style of writing poetry.
Thank you, Robbie. I very much appreciate your kind words. Kevin