My Willow body bends to your wind of will and desire .

My roots are firmly planted in the soil,

Waiting for your rain of faith,

To nourish me.

Yet I whisper,

With a rustle of silken leaves on my hanging branches ,

A quiet cry of please.

Ease my soul with the balm that only you possess.

A touch,

A caress,

An embrace of warmth and care.

Envelope me in your shadow .

Let my canopy be engulfed with the heat of your sun! 

Though my branches dry,

And my leaves wither and curl from your intensity,

Let me feel your heat.

I shall not die but if I must,

It is your dervish I desire,

Surrounding my trunk with aged leaves and grass.

Dancing to defy.

Take me where you please.

Kissing my trunk with your autumn lips,

Until my final sigh.