Willow

Where the towering sky meets its ending,
The fields and oceans and lakes alternately glinting,
That is the silent home of the sleeping Willow.
Its slender swaying arms kiss the water,
Of beautiful thoughts it is the mother.

Oh tall willow, how many stories could you tell?
Why did you choose the bottom of this dark well?
The world is not worthy of your many wisdoms
Like a small flame of light you descend on our kingdoms
I see your silent silhouette in the moonlight
You hide the afraid and vulnerable from the black night.

Behind your branches is where a small child plays.
Your sanctuary has seen him through many lonely days.
You are the earth’s gift to the innocent souls,
They seek you when their lives seem tarnished with holes.
Your silent swaying and gentle singing
Is a beautiful dream to which so many are clinging.

Don’t let humanity’s corrupted black roots
Ever taint your pure, innocent fruits.
We hear your gentle, harmonious symphonies
As you and the sky invent timeless melodies.
No one said wisdom was acquired easily,
You, willow, have lived through that journey.