The Willow and The Wind

The willow, by the wind’s forever hassled.
He’s always tugging at her pretty tassels.
Outside my window, I can hear the rustle
as the willow and the wind wrestle and tussle
but I don’t think the willow seems to mind
the way the wind makes her bend, sway and wind.
It’s like a kind of dance or game they play
and she always seems sad when he blows away.