Cast your shade upon my life,
School me in your grace,
Whisper gently to my heart,
And softly touch my face.

Weeping willow, drink your fill
Of life's water that you need...
It's needed to sustain you,
Though some would call it greed.

Dance with the wind to nature's tune,
Twist and turn with ease...
Shelter life within your limbs,
Clothed softly by the leaves.

Denise Lanford © 2005