Even old willows have learnt to smile,
A first will always come.
Even old gnarled ones forego pain,
For end will always come.
Old willow heard a story,
And he thought of a smile,
In another's dream
He lived for a while.
Old willow down the lane,
Learnt he was in another's story,
Quietly he retraced his steps,
And he brought back his quarry.
Old man willow sat alone then,
The stream still went by,
Old man willow made a sound,
And jumped for he heard the ground.
Old man willow had none around,
But an acorn on the ground.
By little the acorn grew,
And old man heard its sound.
Old man willow was never free,
Old man willow had none around,
But for an acorn that stole his heart,
And he listens to the ground.
Old man willow knows not this tale,
Old man has seen many a gale,
But old man has but an acorn,
Old man willow has found his grail.
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