WILLOWS IN THE WIND

Willows in the wind

Weeping softly in the breeze

They tell their chronicles

With the grace of their leaves

By the lake they sway to and fro

With the rain accompanying them

Creating a rhythm

Placing peace in Mother Earth's mind

Their charming limbs painting the clouds

The sun from above creating radiant shadows

Through their branches where flower pollen dances

Crafting natural incense

Spiritual radiance emits from their roots

Forming a atmosphere of utmost beauty

Their glory intensifies sunsets

As the Earth continues to evolve

Nature is pure