There lies a willow
beyond a bending creek
that sways with every whisper
and there I come to seek
the sounds of life unfolding
I sit beneath her shade
to hear the softest whisper
of rabbits in the glade.
Within the water purely
I see the silver fish
they dance about in sunlight
as if were my wish.
And there beyond the willow
the soothing sounds of night
enfold the creatures living
an endless summer night.
