Turning of the tides

While wind watches willow stand and stare,
she gently strokes him.

Willow weeps his leaves into the waters,
looking at how his tears float off
                                                on the stream.

Summer’s sun drifts off too,
folds itself in the leaves
and journeys on along the river.

Willow stares at a star
comfortingly showing itself
in between clouds.

Willow knows
it is time to go to sleep,
to hibernate homely between
its own roots.

Wind tells him: “I will chase the clouds away,
just you look at winter’s moon
and the wonders of Orion
on a frosty night.”

Willow shivers, wildly stretching his branches
one more time and falls into sleep,
until the time a next season
calls him  back to work,
to catch the sun
in a next life
for birds to hide in.
Willow salutes the moon in his dreams.

Wind moves on after the sun
past the horizon,
around the world

to return to
                willow by summer.