Dear Willow by the stream
Why do you whisper of things that have been?
Your secrets old as lore
Legend or actuality
Is the question.

Dear Willow tell me your secrets
Of the past wars.
Whose blood stained your trunk?
Whose initials are scraped from that heart?
Murmur about the skeletons under your roots.  

Dear Willow speak of me
To my kin and their kin and many after.
Tell of my melancholy heart
And my downhearted loneliness.
Speak of me my dear Willow like none before.