Leaves Like Fingers reach down for me
Not strong enough to pick me up
Everything is alright up in the big tree
I cried for hours when I found out
My Father, had not and was not coming home
up I climbed, til I could not go up anymore
There I sat, Hiding from view
Seeing the world through blurred vision
when I climbed down I left part of me there
up in the Willow Tree
My Childhood sits among the leaves
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