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The song says April love is for the very young
Like the song nightingale would have sung
But there is something darker about this month that makes spirit high strung
Something that feels like hand by scorpion stung

The beautiful ramifying willow stands in clearing’s center
From time to time group of people the meadow will enter
Their fires burn sometimes too close to meadow’s center
Fire slowly destroys the subtle leaves of the willow living her in pain and anger

However soon 
As her leaves return to the shape of tears of the moon
The great biological spirit that heard her sorrowful tune
That echoed thru aught the meadow the forest the mountains and nearby lagoon

He covered the willow in protective cocoon
With magnified cells her he imbue strong enough to resist a typhoon
And to the fire they were immune
She could now not worry about her leaves subtle like tears of the moon

The cells were strong build by math that dispatched all chaos at the base
And on top it was as divine as the one that controls destiny of the universe
However after having this power with willow no one wanted to converse
She was strong but alone in the vast universe

That is the nature of the world where there is no love
But that is what makes love 
Whether it comes from earth or above
So precious of a gift almost as precious as power is the gift of love

I hope willow will find love for which she would sough 
But frankly for me power would be enough
Finding either is tough 
But if there is no love without power or because of the very power that is truly though enough

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