Sometimes you have to give in.
Did you know it's best to flow?
Why must we be puppets of gravity? when clouds get to hover?
Birds fly and stretches of grass can ripple.
The thing is:
We beg to differ. We remain unchanged.
A summer breeze will locate us, but even indifference is static and sympathy non existent for a breeze who has escaped the shackles of winter to find us.
Our hands are empty. There is no exchange when one offers and the other declines.