Another peek into my inner subconscious...
The Willow Tree
The willow tree so terribly distorted.
Great big branches of tandem melancholy, and immense gravity.
The kind of pull on the back of the throat.
The great big lump, you wish would flee.
The willow tree that so happily grows
From darkness through dirt, rises, as water flows
To the tendrils of the night, it's only but asleep
To the day, the tree welcomes, the rays the sun throws
Cast into the land years upon years ago
Growing through the struggle, growing steadily and so,
Here we have today, the grand figure, that should weep
Encasing sadness in its branches, we name her, the willow
Or is this, could this be, another trick?
A scheme, a theme, plan, cover up, or schtick?
Meant to throw any off course in our own ways of life?
Why, oh why willow, are your branches so very thick.
No room to sway, or move the smallest away.
No room for change, no words left to say
Fate to be decided, here the tree remains
Encrusted with sadness,grief,guilt, and many pains
Here we view the willow, the saddest tree of all
With one great giant, comes an even greater fall