Song of the Willow
Helice flirtatious as the Willow,
you hang suspended...your limbs
bow down as in a divine dream,
your enchantment a mystery...
a nymph through water you
formulate...for you are the muse
every man and woman honours...
a song of the Willow, casts its magic
in the deepest depths of the mind...
entrancing all those enticed to lay
quietly beneath the bough, a hushed
silence...peaceful...but for the rustle
of her delicate leaves, and the sleepy
ripple...ruffled by a gentle breeze.