A willow trembles in the breeze
And stoops in awe as angels sneeze;
Quaking feebly to its knees,
Bending, doleful, if you please.
A day, as this, when squalls blow wild
The willow cries ~ as like a child;
Deserted, sad, forlorn, beguiled,
And all aloof, left out, exiled.
Now her branches droop away
Blenching down throughout the day;
Keeping blusts of gusts at bay
Harboured from the rainy spray.
Underfoot a lonely duck
Shelters in a babbling brook;
Dabbling in a shady nook
Safe and sound, her haven took.
Then up above the daylight seeps,
In the sky the sunlight peeps;
She, thankful for the faith she keeps...
The trembling willow gently weeps.
ASJ