willow

Down under the willow

she stands under the tree

hiding herself underneath

the roots of her heart

It's a big hill that she's on

rocks slowly rolling down,

she doesn't move

she doesn's speak

afraid of the avalanche

of her own dreams

Tell me mighty willow

why do you cry,

why do you weep?

Is it the Witnter's wind

that chills you to the bone?

or has the passing time

wronged you,

scraping its way

right to your wooden core?

are you bleeding inside,

roots too ragged

no longer holding you

to the ground ?

or are you lost, just like me ?

Don't weep, my weeping willow

there's no need for this sadness

you are strong and beautiful

and you will make it through the madness.

Down under the willow

she stands under the tree

sharing her heart

with the broken tree.