Willow

I wake up in the morning dew and lather in the light sweeter than a honey dew I rise up from the night take me to my aging tree my warrior of life ask him what it means to me to wake up by your side I found it in my garden stones that's where I left my shoes strong enough to crack them bones but can never be abused ponder on the riddle tomes change them and confuse I seek out the metronome so I never get confused when the rose will shed its thorns to be naked to the truth a different kind of love is born what does that mean to you?