Willow

Here I find myself once again,
Gazing upon the sunset from my private sanctuary,
Ripples on the river dancing as it flows down stream,
Sat in the arms of a willow,
That’s weeping just like me.

Watching as the weeds become taller,
Making myself feel smaller,
I'll stay here forever so I can stare,
At the broad branches of the willow tree,
That’s weeping just for me.

Listening to my surroundings,
Swirling in the sunset; the swallows dancing,
Breezes helping them reach such heights,
Listening to the willow's boughs woes,
So I can forget my own.

As the evening continues to draw on,
Chills creep down my spine,
Yellow sunset being orange then red,
My joy sinks with it,
As the river mimics my sobs.

My soul sings with the swallows,
Wishing for a piece of the willow to call its own,
Branches extending skywards,
Covered in moss,
Ivy shoots sprawling recklessly around them.

I'm wishing for a simple life,
To live like a willow,
So natural and free,
Wishing to spread my roots like a tree,
To keep my ground when I'm confronted.

I love my willow tree,
My sanctuary in the darkest age,
Feeling so alive sitting in the branches of the willow,
Ancient willow; share your power with me,
I'll help you touch the sky.

For now she waits,
Resting in it's branches must suffice,
When she leaves her safety net,
Terror strikes through her,
The willow weeps for her; to return in one piece.