MY TREE (1985 English assignment)

My favorite tree
	is a weeping willow.
		It stands erect,
	with branches bending low.
The brown of its bark,
	the green of its leaves,
		tell me it thinks there's
	no one it can please.
It sways and it dips,
	when the heavy wind blows;
		leaving no place to settle
	for the tired black crows.
My tree in the dark
	is a mean, ferocious cat.
		It appears to be frightful
	in the night's deepening black.
I tell you my tree
	reminds myself of me.
		All alone in the world,
	my head bent low,
with my arms resting on my knees.