Willow Tree

I like to wave my hair

in the wind, she said.

'Me, too', I replied.

 

I like to drink deeply

from the stream, she said.

'Me, too', I replied.

 

I like to reflect the sun 

in sparkling raindrops, she said.

'Me, too', I replied.

 

I have stood many moons,

unnoticed, she said.

'Me, too', I replied.

 

'We are not so different,

You and I', I replied.

'We bare our souls on the wind,

beauty waving softly on the breeze

for all to see.

 

But only some will notice,

the lucky few,

me and you.'

 

I see you, she said.

I feel your gentle 

touch on my leaves,

 

I sense your heart 

as you whisper

words of love on the wind.

 

'And I see you', I replied,

'strong roots drawing water in your veins, 

force of life beating within you, pulsing between us.'