The song in the willow
Is as the water in the bowl
Refreshing my spirit, growing my mind,
Softening the aches of the week
And warming the sun.
My heart keeps the beat to the tune in the trees
And my breath finally rests in the shade of the song.
How can I love the embrace of this place
More than the touch of my rich every days?
It is the song in the willow and the dance of the firs
That pull me and settle me to this space called “here”.

Artist and poet : © Mark Magill
(living 2009)