• The wayward wanderer,
    Watches the willow,
    As it sighs to the wind,
    "Be gentle I'm fragile,"
    The wanderer wonders why the willow weeps,
    For all to see,
    "Why" he asks,
    "In front of me?"
    The weeping willow sways with the wind,
    The wind is now gentle,
    Never hurting the tree,
    The wanderer doesn't understand,
    Why the wind listened to the crying tree,
    "Why listen to one weaker,
    Lesser than he."
    The wind heard the wanderer,
    And whispered to him,
    "I helped the tree,
    Out of the kindness in me,
    Why should I hurt her,
    When she asked so sweetly."
    The weary wanderer didn't understand,
    "Why would you help her for nothing I ask,"
    The wind sighed so softly,
    "I helped her because I could,
    I helped her because I should,
    No other reason should be the reason,
    To help someone,
    Because then you're not helping you're only hurting,"
    The wanderer was confused,
    But wandered away,
    Still weary and wondering,
    Not quite understanding,
    And still wandered away.
    The willow still weeps,
    And the wind still sighs,
    But the tree is grateful,
    And the wind is wise,
    Together they sway in harmony,
    While the wanderer wanders and wonders,
    They cry and sigh,
    But not in misery,
    The wanderer wanders because he wonders,
    While the Willow weeps and the Wind sighs.