Favor from the Wind

Written to win a woman

There she goes
unaware of what she does
she is the breeze
and when she moves
she separates the grain
and we all
stir and bend
hoping to feel
her smile caress us
so we can be cooled by her
soft, unseen comfort
I'm not much different
than the stalks around me
but this time
it appears
fortune has found me
because
we all know that the breeze
never stays for long
she is needed by
other fields and lands
but this time it seems
her company has lasted
much longer than expected
and I wonder
how I have earned such favor
from the wind