grown on the edge of land
where waters eat away my soil
and rivers groan and rage and boil
yet even so.. I stand
I am a willow tree
I may look bare, I weep
and bend my head in storm and rain
hiding my face and all it's pain
but my dignity.. I keep
I am a willow tree
They cut me and they take
my branches from me, trim my head
but I still grow and bloom and spread
You will not
see me
break
