I leaned by back on an oar
Thinking it was a mighty tree
First it bent, and then it broke
Just like my love, proved false to me

I saw something interseting on the news last night. Seems that in a local park there was a 70 year old willow tree. According to the city experts it had been dying for a long time now and was unstable, making it a danger. They said a falling branch could kill someone.

So the city was going to cut in down. So then the tree huggers were in full force. I've never considered myself a tree hugger. I'll certainly do love them and will be more than happy to stop amd admire a particularly handsome one, maybe shake a limb by way of introduction.

There were people who did not want the tree cut down, they wanted to save it somehow, build a fence around it, anything to keep it from going away. Now, I can understand that. It was old, it had seen many seasons. Perhaps this lone Willow represents so much more to many different people. Things we don't want to lose, our forests, old ways of living, memories.

Of course there are two sides to every story, apparently the tree was mostly dead already through neglect. Maybe it was just the trees time to go. Everthing must end, even beautiful old willows. I wonder though, what is it that makes people want to hold on to it so badly.
Things will always slip through our fingers. No matter how hard we try to hold on.

Amazing, could it be this willow tree represents all kinds of different things to all kinds of different people. It could be the last bastion of the worlds forests, someones childhood memory or a lost loved one. Did anyone consider what the tree might have wanted? Was it old and tired, was it ready to move on?

It is hard isn't it, to let go of things that need to be let go of.
The willow is gone now, but I suppose there will always be people who don't want to let the trees die