My soul is a wilting willow tree. 

The roots burrow deep under the earth 

How my feet dig into the sand on a sunny day

The trunk is my heart

It beats for my body 

The way the trunk holds everything up 

When you cut me in a half you can count my rings 

Then will you see I am only sapling 

The bark is my skin

Marked with everlasting tales of my eternal existence

It protects me from anything and everything 

The Branches are my heart 

Taking up too much space 

reaching up to the birds who don’t care enough to look down 

Hung down with the weight of life 

All the sorrow and regret

But they can be trimmed I remind myself

The leaves are my memories

Too many to count 

Too many to remember 

From too long ago 

losing them everyday 

The only evidence of life 

The Tree never stops growing 

Growing limp 

Growing tired 

Growing silent 

The tree makes no noise in the wind 

It just sits still in its strength 

What if I don’t want to be stuck in place for eternity?

It can't stay strong forever 

It starts to lean over a pond 

I float

Looking up from my backstroke into the sun

My soul is a willow tree 

Everlasting and forever growing 

Could I be an Evergreen?

Am I even a tree?

Can I be a Jellyfish?