The Wind Blows In the Willows
The wind is blowing hard
and the willow leaves are falling off
I think the willow has always understood me
And now
It's leaves fall for me
I came here to hug it
to believe in something strong and lasting
I'm resting underneath it now
and watching the wind whip its limbs about
an understanding that it knows what it's like to be caught
in a storm
I think a hurricane
I choose not to remember the storm whenever possible
Instead I sit beneath it.
smelling the pete and the moss and the grass
and the earth.
I lay my hands upon its roots stretching out around me
and I remember how strong the tree is
This tree is hooked
deep into the ground
It's Roots have stretched out far around it
as wide as it's branches
This tree above me understands you have to lock
yourself in so tight into the true depth of this planet
It knows you must be locked in and pulls tight
to be spared being pulled apart by
for the winds that come
I'm grateful for everything this tree teaches me
I lean into its barkiness
and wonder
that he doesn't know my name
He never knew my name
He doesn't know my name
He will never know my name
and all that I did was for someone I do not know
If looked at in the right way is more beautiful than if
he did know me
the person who I fought
for
He does not know my loneliness
I do not need his recognition
I do not need him to know my name
I only need to know
that if our positions were crossed
that he might for me
Have done the same
I did what I did for love
It was my chosen cross to bear
he will never know my name
But still I will have been there
Any time a soldier fights in your name
Please remember they fought and pray you would do the same
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