I want to climb up onto your arms
And hang from your limbs
Until I am out of breathe and restless.
Let me embrace freedom,
By taking this to new heights,
As I seek new adventure among you

I want to be the bee that delves into your bark
And waits to draw nectar from you.
I want to be the black widow
Which crawls along you, sheltering its web among you.

I want to be the bird that perches itself
On your branches, after its quest for refuge.
I want to be the squirrel that travels
Up and down your neck, searching for its secret hideaway.

I want to be the roots that stem from you,
That cultivate growth and maintain your balance among the land.

I don't care what I'd have to be or where I'd gave to go.
I just know,
I find peace and comfort
Each time time I dream about secret pleasures of my weeping willow.