A Willow in my Garden

Willow In my Garden

They told me there was a willow growing in my garden,

that it refused to cease.

It's head was stuck onto its leaves.

I don't remember the first encounter

or how it came to be

but the more i let the willow grow,

the more I wished it wouldn't leave.

And now it has grown ferociously

developed its mind of its own.

The whisked willow sings for me

and boasts about its shows.

However, not too long ago

The willow stood its ground,

and I cant really remember how,

but the leaves were wild,

the trunk swayed

It refused to sing for me

yet whistled instead.

The strong minded willow,

who seems to always have had a mind of its own,

is now singing a different tune

for one far

The willow,

its swaying, in the direction of North

away from the manger,

where the singing allows me to stir.