WEEPING WILLOW

 

Inside damp mist the willows sway
with sleepy weeping sound.
Their feathery limbs fall away
reaching toward the ground.
Soft moans float on the morning breeze
along the mountains through the trees.
Soft moans float on
soft moans float on
threading fog o’er the deep blue sea.

Inside damp mist the willows sway
worn weary by spring rain.
Bending boughs lean toward the bay,
releasing unseen pain.
Sad echoes drift with endless hurt
their weeping branches touching dirt.
Sad echoes drift
sad echoes drift
in and out, always on alert.

Inside damp mist the willows sway,
bowed in prayer, it seems.
Spirit songs rise in veins of grey
removing restless dreams.
Green branches rise toward the light
they twist and turn with all their might.
Green branches rise
green branches rise
in golden glow, an awesome sight.
TRIJAN FORM..WRITTEN BY DEE EDGETT