Willow tree

Although the sunshine fades, we know
it will always shine again.
Like magpies on the windowsill,
Like glimmer on the glen.

And once we find the Spring-time’s flock
Of wondrous willow trees,
We sit under shade – brought upon
And ponder being this free.

So free we know what comes will go,
But always come again.
Will life stand still just long enough
To embrace the time we spend?

The sky sends notes like lullabies
That sing like flowers’ bloom.
Yet could it be – that willow tree
Delivers shade too soon?