a broken willow tree with harshly colored leaves, sings a sad song of what can not yet be. the flow of the branches and how easy it is to feel free reminds me of you and me. sunshine feeds the dying leaves and your smile feeds my soul so that i can breathe. a silent stare upon the both of us reminds me of what's still burning in there. situations cross us just like that same old willow tree but its my hearts place to fend for you and who you are to me that makes you my bess frenn.