Whispers of the Willow: A Verdant Lullaby

Within the heart of the meadow, where shadows delicately play,

Whispers of the willow, within the breeze they influence.

A verdant bedtime song, the tree's branches weave,

Nature's delicate comfort, a embroidered artwork to accept.

Underneath the emerald canopy, a asylum of green,

The willow tells stories that stay inconspicuous.

Its takes off, like pages, stir with each breath,

A sacrosanct communion, where life and passing discover profundity.

Within the moon's delicate gleam and the sun's warm grasp,

The willow stands sentinel, a gatekeeper of beauty.

Its appendages, like artists, in a nighttime expressive dance,

Tell stories of dusk in a quieted show.

A verdant bedtime song, sung in stirring clears out,

As the willow, in hush, its insider facts conceives.

Secrets whispered within the midnight discuss,

Echoes of charm, past compare.

Goodness, willow, together with your boughs that delicately sob,

In your shade, fatigued souls discover comfort to keep.

Within the language of the wind, your verses unfurl,

A verdant cradlesong, immortal and strong.

So, let the whispers of the willow be listened,

Within the quiet of the night, within the melody of a winged creature.

A verdant lullaby, a soothing abstains,

Within the heart of nature, where dreams stay.