You And I Poem by Dennis Lange

The wind to the willow, while whistling along:
I'll blow through your hair and we'll write a new song;
I for the tempo; you for the tune;
We for the stars; us for the moon;
You and I, you and I,
We.'

The leaf to the current, while floating downstream:
'If you supply motion, I'll dream the dream.
On to the ocean, on to the sea.
Ah, my friend, you motivate me!
You and I, you and I,
We.'

The bell to the clapper, while hanging on high:
'If you'll be the striker, I'll ring to the sky.
We'll peal, united, for freedom's cause;
Drive armies on; make tyrants pause;
You and I, you and I,
We.'

I said to my lover, with all of my heart,
'There's no moon and no stars when we are apart.
My world awaits you with bated breath.
Will you be mine, from now until death?
You and I, you and I,
We.'

The song of the wind and the willow was sung;
The leaf sailed the ocean, and freedom was rung.
I and Thou, Lover; Thee, Love, and I,
You and I, you and I,
We.