WHERE THE WILLOW WALLOWS

Down in the Woods There

Beyond Human Sight

Standing on Fallen Leaves

A Shrine for Copious Birds

For Crickets and Cicadas

Tree Frogs and Silkworms

Down In the Woods There

A Nightly Song is Played

For the Keeper of the Weak

Guardian of the Unprotected

Asylum for Hearts Arrested

And those Yet Untested

Down in the Woods There

Lulled by Its Mothers Touch

Blanketed in Heavy Moss

Kissed by the Winds

Wrinkled by the Rains

This Lumber Slumbers

Down in the Woods There

Is Where the Willow Wallows

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