She stuck the world into a cloud

And shook it full of Willow's tears

That tree that wept

And moaned with knowledge

To which God appeared

It was riddled and rattled

Written in the moon's side

That she would make for Willow's Bride

Except that she would lack

In the ways of loving and of praise

To His hands she would reach

Though He stood still

She would still seek

Because she was blind to grace

And gratitude wasn't enough

To win that race