The Happy Willow Tree

Sad eyes see willows weeping
but they never weep to me.
A lovely, long haired maiden
is the tree I always see
or a tall, melting green candle
that sustains the flame of life
or the long, verdant bridal veil
of a faithful willow wife
or a lion or a Samson
who fights, fearlessly, with storms
or love, joy and generosity
gushing from hearts, deep and warm.