The Willow Tree

The Willow Tree

Either we sprinkle or we splash
sometimes we loiter while we dash

Circling the full grown Willow tree
we get dizzy and we often smash

The colours of the leaves daily vary,
the texture changes just in a flash

Alas! wood will be cut and it will burn
all that will remains is the honorary ash

Jay, the tree lovers will feel sullen:
Hackers have spread like a wild rash.

By Jay Gandhi

An Osier

Use my pliable limbs

wish as you tie me

into a loose knot.

Your wish granted

return untie the knot

you made of me.

By Paul Brookes

Birds chirp, is it dawn ?
it’s still dark, leaves  invisible,
murmur  shiver, tremble,
will we get rain today, it’s so dry –
Someone’s tears may fall
someone may cry, but where?
in a dream, with a willow wand
under the pillow, or on a boat

drifting  along  the river, afraid
of hidden serpents, spellbound
by the moon, what lies beneath
who knows  but Hecate , sound

O’ Orpheus, come play the lyre
so silent is the world  in grief,
seems you have seen magical
colors in harmony, play relief-

The world needs you, play
for hope, we are still green,
green is all they see, no-
not the pale, hanging low

the mournful wailing boughs
For whom do they  weep ?
for thousands  lost at sea ?
or buried  in rubble heaps –
a home a place a country
food sanctity security liberty,
cutting sawing  chopping  up
our green growing solid family,
O Hecate what do you teach
magic for ? We write poetry,
play music do spells for good,
See the hanging willow tree-,

waits for one who planted it free,
by the river calm, as birds chirp
as dawn breaks, now they fly
with the unseen breeze, up high

with a message to return
to brighten the colors, on the
silver river, in the moon light
O Helice’ let the colors shine

Make Happy the lovely Willow Tree
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