See the willows wander wondrous
in a daisy chain around the willows.
See the willows waken wildly in the wind,
for their true love is the wind, not wiccans.
We wallow in the shallows of a wade pool
wishing we were wise as willows, less wide-eyed.
Allow me to mildly suggest this: be watchful
of willows, of water because while they can't
bring themselves to love us, they are there
for us just the same, and beyond us.