As I wander through the willows I am in-awe of their majesty.
After all, for generations they’ve been guarding all of humanity.
They’ve seen children’s children’s children playing among the leaves
and horses feeding from the nearby streams.
People may have attacked them for centuries,
but the weeping willows will always succeed.
As their rings get bigger and their arms get longer,
I can’t even begin to imagine what they must have seen.