Lady Willow. Lady Willow wept though spring was in the air. Though green, her leaves did grow and soft breeze blew her hair. The time of life was here, but it she did not feel the growing sunlight's power, she couldn't tell, was real. Lady Willow wept straight through the summer heat with shallow wooden breath and frailer, still heartbeat. She drinks deep from the stream that's kept her through the years no longer seeking growth but just to feed her tears
