The Willow Knows
The Willow Knows
When the cold winds blow
Through the ice and the snow
In the wind and rain
Though she may creak and strain
Under the hot summer sun
Soaking up a moon lit night
The willow knows
She whispers secrets in the wind
But knows when to be still and listen
To receive and then to give
And flow when strong winds blow.
Nourished by the rain,
Warmed by sun and cooled by night
She welcomes change.
As I watch her long delicate fingers gently flow
Etched in silhouette on a deep blue horizon
She speaks to my soul telling me how to grow.
My friend the willow knows.
< Prev | Next > |
---|