Lara

Have you ever walked
in the light of the moon,
where the day slips away
to a distant world?
If you have,
you might have seen
the weeping willow
at the sun's retreat.
She sways gently
and waits..
never hurried
she waits...
It won't be long
till a song will come.
She is miraculous,
a wonder..
threadbare spun,
a silky moonbeam,
pure silver light.