The Wind Blows In the Willows

The wind is blowing hard and the willow leaves are falling off I think the willow has always understood me And now It's leaves fall for me I came here to hug it to believe in something strong and lasting I'm resting underneath it now and watching the wind whip its limbs about an understanding that it knows what it's like to be caught in a storm I think a hurricane I choose not to remember the storm whenever possible Instead I sit beneath it. smelling the pete and the moss and the grass and the earth. I lay my hands upon its roots stretching out around me and I remember how strong the tree is This tree is hooked deep into the ground It's Roots have stretched out far around it as wide as it's branches This tree above me understands you have to lock yourself in so tight into the true depth of this planet It knows you must be locked in and pulls tight to be spared being pulled apart by for the winds that come I'm grateful for everything this tree teaches me I lean into its barkiness and wonder that he doesn't know my name He never knew my name He doesn't know my name He will never know my name and all that I did was for someone I do not know If looked at in the right way is more beautiful than if he did know me the person who I fought for He does not know my loneliness I do not need his recognition I do not need him to know my name I only need to know that if our positions were crossed that he might for me Have done the same I did what I did for love It was my chosen cross to bear he will never know my name But still I will have been there Any time a soldier fights in your name Please remember they fought and pray you would do the same