willow

Imperfection is perfection

Your bark so firm

It splinters my fingers

Gliding on your trunk

 

Your leaves polished and sleek

Dancing with the skies

With their vibrant hue

 

Whistling so loudly

speaking the words of the wind

You change, whither, and bloom

But always you obtain such beauty

 

Your dreams caught up in the clouds so tightly

But you will bare mew heights

For no you wait for the the next change to dawn

The way I do. The way everyone does