He was a willow tree


his long branches shielding me


from the judging sun.


Strong as an oak,


but he swayed in the wind


as his comrades slowly began to chop his roots.


Then one day he fell


and I faced the sun for the first time


in a long time


And his tangled limbs of branches


as he lied down in a mess


then I became his willow tree


I shield him from the rest


I promised to be his Willow Tree


standing above his grave


But even as a Willow Tree I slowly gave away


Now with that bullet


he rests in my arms



I'll be his willow protect him from harm