- sometimes i get tired of working, i'd like to be more free. not spilling paint, dotting i's or crossing t's. so i take a walk, make some tea, stretch my knees and try to breathe. - the warmth of this unsteady breeze, puts me at ease, it could put me to sleep. i feel at home among these sad, sleeping trees. i wonder what gets them down, or maybe they're just having bad dreams.
dear weeping willows, of what do you dream? a cold night of lonely moonbeams, or of dead tiger lilies floating downstream? i hope you're happier than you seem. dear dreaming willows, why do you weep?
this is not really about trees, it goes at least a little deeper. dream more.