So this one is about a book I'm writing. Though this part hasn't exactly happened so it makes it even more mysterious! Ha!

Where the large willow tree stands on the hill
We sat in silence as the wind blew away
Our worries until the air became still.
Alone without anything else to say.

A choice has always been given to us.
The choice between a goal and something else.
It was something I had never think to trust.
But it's time for me to think for myself.

We may meet again on the other sides.
But you have to stay where you need to be.
So I will go while everyone else bides
And maybe you will never forgive me.

That Willow still stands up on that same mound.
As it still waits for our goals to be found.