Oh, willow, my quiet and humble friend
My home away from home
Your trunk my sturdy backbone 
So my heart is free to roam

Where the quiet can fold around me
The breeze delivering words to pen
And Mother Earth beneath my feet
Grounding, as I look to the heavens

Today I visit on tired feet, friend
With a spirit feeling caged
A heart asking so many questions
And a soul too worn for my age

Oh, willow, wrap me in your softness
Protect me from the wind
There’s a thunder that’s a’rumblin’
A hurricane from within

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