Willow's wonder,
Over broken land,
Tree tops grow,
And submit to man,
Opening seeds,
As the wind takes hold,
Beneath the earth,
Within the fold,
A moon that turns,
The ocean deep,
Is an emotion held,
As we slowly creep,
Higher and higher,
The levels do rise,
Which way to turn,
The lows, The highs,
Flowing towards,
Then flowing away,
Is a show of nature,
Which isn't at bay,
Carefully treading,
On ground well worn,
Is an open invitation,
To where we are born,
Times of plenty,
In which we sit,
In a moment of fullness,
Could this be it,
Hopefully letting,
The past fall away,
Gently knowing,
The light of day,
Eyes wide open,
Eyes wide shut,
Flowers grow,
No need to cut,
Blowing in the wind,
The grass does lean,
Submitting to nature,
Only one thing is seen,
A silent mind,
Is a loss of self,
In which we find,
A forest of wealth,
To this we sing,
Our song so true,
As it all falls away,
Into the deep dark blue.