Willow bend and brush the leaves that lie

untended in the grass

Bow before the sweeping star sky, gaze into the

water glass.

Move your lacy hands in time with the breath of

nature’s lips

Stir the shallows of the stream where the sloe-eyed

doe-deer sips.

Hide the new birds in your breast with tender keeping

folded there.

Let your hands bend down to earth and keep the

lark’s song in your hair.

Beloved are the sun and sky, beloved are the wind

and sea

More beloved willow, for you

bow and drop a tear with me.