Song of the Willow

There is magic coming from the flute
carved of the weeping willow tree
that stands so strong and still
at yonder pond

in a templed hollow on a hill
from where the sacred waters spill
ascending from infinity
in mists of rain to ease the pain of all

A tree that weeps in joyful sighs
reaching for the heavens high
yet rooted in this earth, our base
as every note anticipates

the ecstasy known only to
the willow standing tall and true
and swaying in the winds
of energy that passes through

turning sighs into a tune
that bounces off the moon
and carries on into infinity
becoming an enchanting melody

that each new morning sings
through every heart

?Michaelette?

9/22/99
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