The Willow Poem by (De Va)

The willow droops her branches down,
She reaches out to touch the ground
As she mimics my hearts pain
She shows the world how I refrain
From love that sets me on fire
Because of longing and desire.

The willow hears my mournful cry
And in return she let's out a sigh
She sees my soul as no human can
Her branches lowered as I ran
To touch her soul and feel relief
From my pain, however brief.

The willow sees my lifeless soul
She knows I am no longer whole
She cradles me in her loving arms
Working magic with her charms
She breathes her soul into mine
Knowing that I need more time.

The willow, she is a tree Deva,
Magical is her name, Freyja
She is a goddess of love and fecundity
As she appears throughout every city
Her love for humans goes unbridled
As her compassion is unrivaled

The willow feels all my sorrows
As she holds me till the morrow
Her tears fall upon my crumpled soul
Filling me with healing is her goal
She fills me with her love and devotion
keeping me safe from my own emotion.