5Black 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.