Did you feel the willow blowing?
Self enraptured,  wind so flowing.

Did you watch the wipperwill,
Hunting for worms upon the hill?

Did you hear the whispers knowing,
How to be and willing showing.

Did you smell the winter chill?
Numbing like an oval pill.

Did you taste the salt soaked lips?
Caused by cracking bleeding rips.

Swallows dive low
Like soul from glass blows
Fettered selves know
And wishes, to stars go
It's pretty sad,
sometimes to grow
These times hope shows
But mind does not slow
And hope does not grow
But please try, to glow
Abode we don't know
Alone we all row
As we are stars of this show