Across the pond the willow tree
in gentle swaying majesty
tosses her lengthy locks of hair
in the breeze that sings through the morning air.
She fixes a bird on her head like a pin,
and, when the water is still as a glass, gazes in.
Then, lest she should err, I wander around
to the shore where she stands on the uneven ground
and tell her such measures are not to be borne,
for the willow tree’s beauty looks best unadorned.
Sam Bartholomew's Writing Blog 
Such true words! 🙂 I think I’m in love.
Hey thanks! 🙂 I appreciate that!
Maybe I can arrange a meeting 😉 hahaha!
LoL 🙂 Look here. See why I say?
http://uncletreeshouse.com/2014/09/13/the-making-of-sir-willow/
Yeah, I saw! I like it. Willows are so inspiring. I love watching them.
Glad you liked! 🙂 Thank you, Samuel!
Have a great weekend! Peace, UT