• A beautiful willow droops its vines
    From the heavens it intertwines
    From the nape to the earth
    Far rooted below the hearth
    It twists and turns
    And it writhes and burns
    It whispers in the breeze
    And it sways with ease
    With the beat of life
    Through famine and strife
    In the middle of the field
    With no one around
    Stands a beautiful willow
    Intertwined with the ground