When the wind blows, the willow bends, and that is life.
When the fire burns, the willow chars, and that is death.
When the rain falls, the willow heals, and that is life.
When lightning strikes, the willow sacrifices, and that is death.

When I think about you... Nothing makes sense.

The wind calms; the willow still bends.
The fire ends; the willow still whole
The rain passes; the willow still dry
The lightning halts; the willow still shakes

See, my world makes more sense without you
but it's so much better with you.

But is it enough?