For Willow

For Willow

I whispered to the weeping willow

No longer shall you mourn for me

With such words came frosty chill

Oh, how I hoped she’d set me free

We bathed in sunset on the lakeside

While she wept as willows do

But I was filled in part with gladness

As I had given her life a new

A sparrow will perch on many branches

For that is why the sparrow flies

A willow weeps to keep the sparrow

And will mourn him long after he dies

When her dead petals dress the water

There will be no sound of sparrow’s call

But willow’s will will never falter

Content to cry straight through the fall