The Willow

I lie on earth
beneath a great willow tree
and hear water
run eternally

sometimes slow
and sometimes swift
sometimes still
the point, a gift

and ducks glide
across the surface
in units
families, per chance

This willow tree
it sways in breeze
communing with eternity
and bids me enter

I accept
and all the worlds
are mine to know

is truly
all there is

? Michaelette ?

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