The Willow on the Hill

The willow slumps
And cries for her.
Where has she gone?

The wind there blew
And branches were
Danced with by the dawn.

Her sunshine hair
Left cold and bare
Faded with williows weeps,

Who's tears rained down
And filled the ground
Where burnt-out sunshine sleeps.

On top the hill
Through the grass
The willow weeps alone,

But eyes can see
A sunshine passed
Emerge from her stone.

And you can see her there... Dancing.