Whispering Willows

By the pond in stately grace
Sit willows, wrapp'd with velvet lace.
And when their limbs sway with the breeze,
They become the whispering willow trees.

Every one has a different voice,
They murmur of trials, love, and choice.
Listen to them with care, and take heed,
For they also warn of hate and greed.

If you pass by and do not hear,
You have missed, but do not fear;
For winds are many, and willows not few,
You can hear the words if your heart is true.