A weeping willow grows inside to take the place of me
For I cannot identify with any other tree
With branches frayed and leaves to clothe my sappy human bark
I cling to roots that planted me before I made them dark
And so I wait, my patience worn, til seasons pass us by
And bring you back to water me with saltiness divine
Open up your cloudy sky and let yourself come down
You need to know that all this time you've nursed my shallow ground
I'm ready now, much more than I have ever been before
And your delay solidifies the rings within my core