Ode To The Willow

willow, lovely lovely hair of nature it is an exibitionist but always in a very unobstrusive way never taking too much to show off when comes the breeze, the most it would do is sway along and hums little ditties of cheer unlike others it never leaves too much to clean up after its season party for instance the maple which always strewns the whole street red and scarlet with its spillage when it rains, the willow helps drip the heavens dry and when we are up to our tops with fury, it lowers us down to lanes of equilibrium letting our rage runs quietly down its smooth green ladders so that we stay sane here are the willows, they are saviours in sealing up scars, letting your moods run swiftly from self destructions to high hopes for the morrow they even lighten up racist tendencies here are the willows let your hair down croon to its humble songs and follow its modest sways to loosen up tightened knots as you hang on to the ropes of survival