Copyright 2009, Thoughtful Publishing/David Folks Walker (BMI). International Copyright secured. All rights reserved.

In the Willow

(David Folks Walker)

If we were trees, we’d never be angry

Rain or shine, we’d understand

Go on growing when the season said to

Or feel the cold with every outstretched hand.

If we were trees, we’d go on living,

Try to be healthy and grow up strong.

I’ll bet a tree would be forgiving—

The first to say ‘I may be wrong.’

If we were trees, I’d be a willow.

I know a good one of a hundred years

Behind the concrete and the power lines

And the tall buildings made of mirrors.

Rub a hand on the roughness,

Feel the edges of the toughness

The sensation lingers on.

Can you hear that willow’s song?

Will you come back to my willow?

I’ll show you the moments we lost