January 10, 2009
Willow, weep for me. Willow, weep for me. A line from a song, I don't know which song specifically, I just heard it, though. I never liked weeping willows, they always seemed a bit too sad for me. I like happy trees, like the giant oak in the backyard of my old house, the house I grew up in. I liked the pine trees that lined the back fence, the long tall trees in the woods next to the house. I liked the bushy tree in the front yard of the neighbor who lived on the corner. I like trees.