As the willow blows in the wind
Each branch moves, with the grace of a song
Yet when the wind is treacherous
The branches move to the fierce rhythm
Know this; Know this is about you
Compare yourself to the willow tree
Your temperament is soft and gentle
Yet when the storm brews
So does your personality
Relax
This is nothing more than
The storm passing
And once the wind stirs gently again
All is for naught
Doreen Santina Cote'
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