Bend willow to the river’s face
Birds let your loose feathers fall on the river’s chest –
All that man has loved the best
Will bend as the willow, fall as the feather,
To the river’s grace.
Laugh to the wind willow, bend and laugh
Feathers twist to the turn of the wind
All that man had long to find
Fell from the wind in half.
Sigh in the dark willow as the night creeps
Feathers tie yourself to the dark air
All that man is he must bear
As willow you sigh, but cannot speak.