My willow tree is my fortress, my place to be alone.
Its roots are hard and dark for a heart that is cold as stone.
I hide within its boughs, safe in my cocoon.
What others know as darkness to me as sun at noon.
A child, friend, companion, hopping over yard what glee,
Alas despised deceiver, wants to be my enemy.
The swing comes like a boulder; my belly explodes in pain.
The rage that soon does follow, like a runaway freight train.
I lash out in quite a frenzy, with shouts and screams of rage
I hate you, I will kill you, I spit out like a twelve gage.
The chase is on in earnest, until the fence we reach.
He escapes my clutch I am thwarted, a fool unable to teach.
Oh, why did I thus come down, my burning heart does cry.
Why did I let myself be deceived, under this angry sky?
I left my safe protection, in search of something more.
Why did I so foolishly think, a friend I might employ?
Climbing back up my tree of safety, my sanity redeployed.
My anger fades in my safe place, my heart now overjoyed.
Here I am my own master, and here I hide my face now free.
I abandon all, world, family and cares, in the boughs of my willow tree.