I will hide inside of you,
And make my home in your leaves.
I’m safe here,
Your branches are my shield,
They hang down,
My fear and insecurities.
And I can always count on the trees,
To hide and protect me.
I wrap myself around the willows,
The earth is my bed, the roots are my pillows.
I’ll stay here, beneath the willow tree.
Until I have a better place to be.
Your roots go so deep,
Yet your leaves sway so gently.
I want to be like you,
To move so elegantly,
And stand firm,
In the face of uncertainty.
In some ways I’m eternally a child,
Trying to be,
An adult, confident, commanding, free.
But I’m still dreaming and playing,
Underneath the willow tree.