Please read “Sovereign”, a poem written by Roxy St. Clair at http://Roxy St. Clair.com
I once knew a tree that moved me like this Oh willow, Oh willow, you gave me your gifts.
So stoic, so sad, yet joyful your call. We rejoice in your presence, shed tears when you fall.
Our shelter, companion, our home and our berth, you cleanse the air and feed the earth.
You open your arms, embracing us all. Take comfort, my brothers… The willow stands tall