Rising sun cautiously illuminates
She stirs, like a frozen statue
Thawing to the earth's new warmth
She walks with respectful dignity
Not to awaken the sleeping giant
Her frail silhouette at once quickens
As she approaches the Willow Tree
The girl reaches the mammoth being
Stands under the protective branches
Staring up as though in a trance
Nature listens in awe as she speaks
Condensation forms pearly orbs of moisture
Caused by the heating sun of a new day
Creating precious drops of morning dew
Along the elegant, drooping silvery leaves
Glistening like a multitude of diamonds
Some fall off leafs’ tips to the ground
Magical beauty and such a wondrous scene
She gently touches the smooth lingam
Her long radiant and soft golden hair
Curling over sweet, delicate shoulders
Midway down to the curve of her back
She is wearing a long, simple white smock
The Willow stands alone owned within itself
This Tree is its own Teacher and Master
Eternally it stands ancient, proud and grand
A shelter of paternal love's protective embrace
Thin, elongated fingers, emerald-speckled leaves
swooping down to softly kiss earth's moist ground
Touching it engulfs the world's essence and truth
In a perpetual sadness and ever-lasting embrace
With a special bag of treats in her fragile hands
She feeds all the precious animals of the wood
For the Willow Tree is home to many creatures
Including squirrels, owls and other kinds of bird
The little girl sits at the secure base of the tree
As tiny sparrows come down to greet her from nests
She feeds the squirrel who sits contently in her lap
As all the birds squabble for the crumbs that are best
I saw this beautiful scene every day from my window
The Willow Tree stood in the meadow behind my home
Often I was tempted to speak to the mysterious child
Something always held me back, to leave her alone
As though I would interrupt a most sacred thing
And then I got distracted with my long work day
Eventually, she always climbed up into the tree
Disappearing into the caress of its weeping branches
I knew not where this little girl came from
but this was how she spent her long days
It went on for a few hot and humid summer weeks
Then, the icy chill of Autumn swiftly came in
One cold September day I no longer withheld
And I brought her a cup of warm chocolate milk
a blanket to relieve the cool air and a cookie
She sat there shyly and shook her head “no”
I attempted to speak, but she remained silent
And I set the cocoa and cookie beside her
I said, “maybe another time we can talk”
And I gently covered her with the blanket
There came a morning when it was raining
I looked out my window as usual for the girl
The sky was oppressive with dark churning clouds
A fierce wind howled unceasingly through the woods
The branches of the Willow swayed to and fro
In the storm's powerful, relentless driving force
Yet, It stood there proud and as strong as ever
No force or power could uproot that mighty being
Heavy Sheets of water came cascading downward
Making visibility for me extremely more difficult
I strained to see through my foggy window pane
And finally discerned a figure of the little girl
She quickly climbed up the tree and disappeared
I bundled myself up to go out and fetch her away
No child should endure such a miserable storm
I would spirit her away to stay with me for the day
When I got to the tree to my unbelievable amazement
An astounding scene came upon me, as though a dream
Up in the tree the little girl sat serenely protected
And she had sprouted the most lovely fairy wings
Surrounded by the warm, eternal embrace of branches
The Willow Tree was her family, home and hearth
All of her animal friends lovingly surrounded her
They were all singing one song in praise and mirth
A Golden ball of light glowed and surrounded them
Enveloping them, keeping out the cold and wind
They all were safe in a protective, paternal shelter
From what ever the brutal harsh storm tried to send
I walked back to my own home in humbled awe
Thinking of the girl and the mighty Willow Tree
And the incredible Spirit Angel that I had met
With the wondrous transformation I saw that day
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