How solemn I feel for this willow tree,
To be trapped in one spot for eternity.
Imprisoned within the ground below,
She carries a fate she can’t forgo.
Never will she explore new places,
Or meet hundreds of unknown faces.
She lives every day like the one before,
And to her dreams, she’s learned to ignore.
How solemn I feel for this willow tree,
Never to know freedom like you or me.
But then, as if to console my strife,
The woeful wind sways her branches to life.
She may be denied of moving away,
But she’s grateful to be where she is today.
“To be alive,” she whispers to me,
“Is all I could ever wish to be.”
How solemn I felt for this willow tree,
But oh how it’s she who is utterly free.
