The Willow Tree

Waves of wind and blowing thoughts, 

Roots crawl through the ground, 

A beckoning breath calls to curious minds, 

A castle of lush swords and crowns.

Drooping arms of luscious souls

Draw homes for trickling creeks, 

A hidden world behind rich leaves, 

Secret shelter for creatures who seek.

Soon the river will swallow all pride, 

The pride of this tree so dense, 

Foliage will fall when the days grow short, 

The green of this tree silenced.

But spring will show as the flowers do grow, 

And do tell patience is key;

As when the sun shines low and the rivers do flow, 

The wise willow will again be free.