15 Poems from the Willow

What is the Secret?

Tonight the lake stands at dark
With the little island its beauty mark
The reeds its hair
Flowing green and fair
The birds make the mouth
Their cries ever so loud
The people go by and sigh
Remarking how her beauty abides
But the secret of this lake,
The heart that none shall take,
Is you, little Willow sprout.
And of that, none doubt.

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