Sunday, January 9, 2011

whispers of the willow

I hear the trees ache at night, I hear them trying to grow,
Their roots anchoring them to the ground, reaching to the moon and grazing the stars,
I hear their leaves, trembling with fear of change,

"Stay the way you are..."

"Why, for I am only getting better?"

"I don't want you to change...."

"I'm bettering myself for you..."

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