Willow

She was standing tall and proud In a mystery shroud She was looking at the cloud And was roaring loud She was a willow standing in place that was sunny Her leaves were color of amber or yellow honey She however had something one could consider eerie Against cold winds she had defense that was uncanny She was holistically not bound by any particular niche She always stood there proud and rich As separate nonlinearity gave her soul incredibly high pitch The true sense in the world she could reach As nonlinearity made her truly decide her destiny She finally felt free But seeing the world two tears fell from her countenance and landed next to the sea Whoever finds them will be just as free