Me and the Willows

I've lived in the woods for as long as I can remember.

A sanctuary of bushes and berries.

There was a sound coming from far away that the wind would carry.

I always wondered what they say.

There is something I must ask, if I may.

 

Why do the willows weep?

Was there something they wished to seek?

From far beyond a barrier of green;

Were there things for us to see?

 

The song of wallows would fill the night.

Its glow was a blinding sight.

Begging me to walk down a path;

A way that would never let me come back.

 

The willows sang of change and growth

It was out there beyond the grove.

 

Was I ready for this change?

If I went, I’ll never be the same.

With one step I felt strange;

Still the willows sang.

 

It's been a while since I walked out.

Each step came with new doubt.

Dose it matter what creeps?

For now, I know why the willows weep.