If
I were
a tree I'd be a
weeping willow… My long
branches and leaves shading and protecting the needy….. While at the same
time my head bowed low…The wind gently swaying me
Whispering softly
words of
comfort
no longer
feeling
depressed
and alone
Birds would build their nests…….. Have their birdlings....sing their songs
I would be free to dance and whistle in perfect harmony with the wind
INTRODUCTION