She does so much for me
Birthed me and took me
Out to see the sun
Raised me in a meadow
Of daisies and green
Lulled me to sleep
In the shady wake
Of a weeping willow tree
Those gnarled roots
And twisted tongues
Of emerald flame
Will never not
Be home to me
She is gone
Or perhaps I am
Still there are sights
Of her shadow
Long off in the woods
I am just a burden
On her gentle
Nymph's hand