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