Willow tree

I used to imagine stepping off the shingles of my childhood home Thought it might be poetic To end it Where it started While perched there Peaking over Waiting for the wind to catch me right I caught a glimpse of my old willow tree My dad had planted it for me I watched it grow So slow Still small now Has so much left to go I used to dream of climbing it one day When it was big And strong And bright I think one day I still might Maybe life’s worth more than my brains on the pavement Maybe my life’s worth more