Willows

Beneath the bushes and under the lemon tree Little greenish sparkles of light Flare out time and again with glee When the sun goes down in the night. Oh, its the willows! Happily dancing and floating in the wind Lighting up with little glows When the garden is in the dark and blind. Little bloops lighting a moment and disappearing in the next from bush to bush A delightful wonder to watch Glowing and then fleeing without a bush When one tries to touch. Its a game of hide and seek That the willows play at night And not a magician’s trick And a beauty to wonder with delight. The milky way of the sky with wide eye Watches the game the willows play As the little flares of light fly From tree to tree, happy and gay. All through the night the willows Spread their wings and flutter from leaf to leaf And when the dawn approaches with soft and mellowing glows The stars and the willows disappear and go to sleep.