It said I was an Oak or a Fig Tree...
It was wrong,
I'm a willow...
By birth if not by date.
I do not bear the sweet fruits of my labor for anyones feeding.
Winding, sturdy, deeply rooted at my center but high reaching-
I don't require too much sunshine to grow,
And I've done my fair share of weeping..
but I do more swaying, more dancing.
Grace is important, and to be close to flowing water- purity, purify.
Also,
How I'm growing up, down, and in at the same time-
They'll recognize me by the wild hair either in my face or the wind.
A willow with green eyes-
My limbs and I are lithe, That's me...
Flowing my best like the water you'll find me bent near-
I bend but I do not break-

Willowy.
Willow Tree.