The Trembling Willow

A willow trembles in the breeze And stoops in awe as angels sneeze; Quaking feebly to its knees, Bending, doleful, if you please. A day, as this, when squalls blow wild The willow cries ~ as like a child; Deserted, sad, forlorn, beguiled, And all aloof, left out, exiled. Now her branches droop away Blenching down throughout the day; Keeping blusts of gusts at bay Harboured from the rainy spray. Underfoot a lonely duck Shelters in a babbling brook, Dabbling in a shady nook Safe and sound, her haven took. Then above the daylight seeps, In the sky the sunlight peeps; She, thankful for the faith she keeps The trembling willow gently weeps.