Leaves from the weeping willow tree sway so tenderly in the wind
The fingers of mothers engulfing the world offering their protection
Turning a blind eye to all the imperfections
Grasping on to all that pass by
Omnipresent, caressing, reassuring, nurturing
Swaying so freely respecting what is worldly
The limber limbs seem to smile touching all
Saying won’t you put your faith in me
Embracing warmly all that is the being
Even so the wind becomes still
The limber Limbs once flowing so freely fall to the ground
Releasing the seeds
Some producing beautiful flowers others becoming the darkness
Thriving on the imperfections
The Willow Tree stands tall and begins to flow freely once again
Accepting the impurities and becoming stronger
Eager to scoop up the darkness
For There is no Perfect World