The Susurration of the Willow

1.  Admist a meadow’s gentle sway,

2. The willow weeps at the close of a day.

3. Its branches like an author’s quill,

4. Trace verses on the water’s still.

5. The moon, a bright lantern high,

6. Weaves starlight, ravelling across the sky.

7. In the tranquil and serene hours,

8. The willow shares its menacing flowers.

9. Its leaves, like feather-veined tanzanite unfurls,

10. For in the willow’s whispering songs,

11. Is where the rhythm of our hearts belongs.