so tall in the sky,
swaying your branches in delight,
your long leaves showing pure color,
almost sad in the distance,
why do you sleep willow tree?
when fire and piercing screams intoxicate your air?
drowning the life you have worked so hard to make?
growing a thousand years older and still you do not wake?
has your youth disappeared by the realm of time?
or have you given up on justifying what is right?
i wish you'd wake up some day oh sleeping willow tree,
and find what has been so far away as finally grown closer.