The willow withered as day turned into night.
No drop of sun, no drop of sun light.
It crept into the dust of dirt,
That protects it and keeps its worth.
Awaiting the moment night switches to day,
anticipating the first breaths of sun ray.
The willow dreams of everlasting life,
swaying its branches in such delight.
Who would have thought willows were like human beings,
but let's not stop there we'll include all trees.
As the willow withered when day turned into night.
I became uplifted in unusual insight.
Whether it's a tree, animal, or human being,
All living things have some sense of feeling.