The Windtower

I’m made of earth and bound to it

You of air found it hard to commit

I gathered myself and reached high

To touch you whenever you drifted by

You’d promise to stay and then deceive

You’d breeze around a little and then leave

I cut myself open, carved a window to let you in

Still you said you were afraid I’d hold you within

So I carved a hundred more till I was hollow

And waited for you to blow

I know I can’t make you stay

But maybe you could teach me to fly