A faint crackle from your branches
Your glow of the moon
As you're bright at night
The darkness within
Though you curse upon the gravel forever
How you live until all of mankind
Has no whisper to whisper upon
You are no mortal being
You can only be
The willow tree
So innocent
So gentle
The smell of ginger
Across your boundary's bliss
Your beauty
As I see the Angels of heaven
Have touched upon your soft bark
Of the holy nature
Oh saint will tree
