Willow Tree

Standing here, all I can see
Is this growing of a wonderment.
I sit beside this willow tree;
The beauty, the strength, the comforting scent.
The roots are firm, the bark is thick,
The branches flow forth with the wind.
But something's missing from this stick,
A silent, unintended sin.
Try I might, I can't have what I long to find.
Yet still, I sit softly with adoring grin.
Hollow, hollow, I can't feel it's heart.
With my arms around and my eyes are shut.
Inside I slowly fall apart,
Not getting back embrace; I carve
My love into its skin so sweet.
I starve, I wait for love returned
The passion, I long it to repeat,
To whisper back; I lay concerned.
Can this be taught to cherished seed?
I've given so, and now I'm starved.
Is all this emotion driven by greed?
Once again, my love I've carved.
Healthy and majestic, the mighty sight
Yet rain falls through the leaves; I need
The shelter it lacks. Repeat embrace so tight,
Please grow my love, or I must leave.
Hold me the way I hold you so.
Cover the wind and the angry storm,
If I walk away, don't let me go.
Confirm your heroic, rooted form.
Lulling me with a beauteous song,
Is is hollow though, your serenade?
Is my presence what you truly want?
Or the echo of a chopping blade?