I would be

I would be your pillow,
Easing you blissfully into slumber,
Caressing your cheek and sharing your dreams. 
          But I’m just a rock. 

I would be the long grass,
Tickling your feet as you sit in the sun,
Brushing away your pain and your sorrows. 
          But I’m just a bramble. 

I would be a fire,
Crackling and glowing and lighting your way,
Bringing warmth to your body and your soul. 
          But I’m just the wind.

You make me want
          To be more than I am.