Behold
a willow's startling
scene,
One thousand fingers in the wind,
Bend, bend, bending,
The stature of the stem,
Contained within a phantom wing
It demonstrates momentum
Stretch out and up to touch the sky
And grant me
immortality;
Look down and hold
me to the ground
That I might keep
reality.
Behold
a willow's delicate appearance,
Mad whistling wind cannot defy,
Bend, bend, bending,
The ages such avow,
To linger with the best of them
Its beauty so endowed?
Stretch out and up to touch the sky,
Betray my blinding
heart,
That I might have
the strength to be
Remembering to
depart.
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