***I remember
A willow tree
Too tall for little me to see.
Her branches rocked
And cradled me soft
Her gentle touch
Of hanging branches aloft.
I see her now,
So tired she seems.
Lost and weary,
Paled by shadowed beams.
With broken limbs
And limp, gray leaves,
All hollowed out;
Her spirit grieves.
Oh willow tree
What happened to us?
Both once so young,
So willing to trust.
You do not weep,
Too tired for tears,
For we now see the creep
Of the impending years.
Broken, weary
I lie at your roots.
My toes wrap 'round the grass
As I take off my boots.
When did time
Come to pass?
I was child on my visit last.
Now I've grown
Enough to know
The world is pain
And you are sorrow.
Oh willow tree,
so broken are we.
When were we torn
By reality?
