Willow

I sit beneath the Willow tree
Contemplating on what it's like to be free
What it's like to be a leaf in the wind
It feels so great to pretend
That I'm a bird, unlocked and uncaged
But, I'm beneath the Willow of old age
With my life draining...draining
Maintaining the remains and barely sustaining
The life of the Willow tree
Connected to the life of me