The Willow Tree

Green waterfall, frozen in time,
Weeping at the beauty of a lake, or brook,
Mournful of the leaden clouds and rain,
Your ample arms a haven for the birds.
Long leaves cascade down and down,
A curtain of cool chlorophyll,
Turning, drifting and waving in time,
To the dance of the breeze.
A languid pose disguises vibrant life,
The waterside always your favourite haunt,
Caressing a cool pool,
With a soft and spidery touch.
Your wide arms spread, to coat,
The silver surface with your shade.