let me tell you a little story,
not the one of the worry,
but the story of how this willow tree learned a new trend
and flew with the breezes till the very end.
i see the colors,
i see the gray,
every day i choose to stand,
not to be bland,
but to show you how my eyes see,
finding the bright in every view,
with a heart so true,
a gift to me and you,
look at me and look at you,
i sing for the future,
I'm the nurture,
I'm the tree,
a woman who let her children be,
and found the core, the center me.
No more dark, no more bark,
standing up for the broken parts loving till the bitter ends