The willows never die
Only collect dust
In their olden age
Lying atop a large picture
Stretching past the edge
Sometimes I forget to acknowledge them
They go a day or two invisible
From eyes that once deemed them
Most beautiful
Oh I am ashamed
That it must take an effort
Simply to just remember
I note the death tolls each morning
All the while I'm home
With the willows that never die
No one knows
What's the use of it
Ride on to the shore
Use this time
To be productive hey
Is it even up for use
My sister sends
Pictures from the past
I'm stretched out on the floor
There's too much that
I want to do
What's my truest form
I check up on the country
All the while I'm home
With the willows that never die
