A Song About Shadows and Trees
Ancient gnarled willow,
Bowed with the weight of years,
Broken-limbed,
Face turned from the light,
Beholds his image on the ground
Growing straight
And tall
And ever taller
As the sun goes down.
A Song About Shadows and Trees
Ancient gnarled willow,
Bowed with the weight of years,
Broken-limbed,
Face turned from the light,
Beholds his image on the ground
Growing straight
And tall
And ever taller
As the sun goes down.