You stand there
Old and wise
With your wispy branches
As light as a feather
The sun beams down on you
Warming
Your tired trunk
You sip
At the water's edge
Gleaming
Streaming
The children swing
From your branches
Giggling
Wiggling
You
With green leaves
Running
Up and down
Will you teach me your lessons?
Or
Must I find my own willow
To ask my questions?