Black Willow

Swaying are her branches as she stands at the top

A pit of Daises surround her uprooting roots

She stands so tall, to her a skyscraper is an ant.

She whispers and laughs along with the wind, voice smooth like silk

The air is rich with the scent of Willow but Daises turn it intoxicating

Breathtaking like a true piece of art that sways so gracefully

The dirt bed around her make up her shoes

The sky is a cast that rocks her gently back and forth

Her branches are the graceful dancers of the wind

Her skin so smooth that only makes her more dazzling than before.