Birth Poetry: Willow Tree

I am a willow tree,  
Strong, yet fluid  

graceful.  

I can bend with the wind,  
but my roots are tough,  

indestructible.  

Opening to birth my child  
is flowing with the wind:  

from a soft and gentle breeze  
to a stormy gale  
back to a soft and gentle breeze.  

My body is strong, but flexible.  
It is my friend, it knows how to open.  
I am a friend to my body  

eating well, walking, and loving myself.  

I shall birth safely, freely, openly . . .  

among my loved and trusted ones.  

I am the willow, flexible  

beautiful resilient  
endowed with the power of surrender  

to the wind rustling through my leaves,  

my branches.  

My roots reach deep into Mother Earth  
Anchored in Her strength  
I bring forth life  

In joy!