The willow bends

The willow bends over the water
Like a wise old friend
Like a sad old man
I want to bend with it
I want to hang from its branches
And let my hair fall
and touch the water

I want to touch the water
Like the willow with its weeping arms
I want to cry tears into the lake
With the ripples of its fallen leaves

I want to stand like the willow
It is alone
But it is strong
It bends so gracefully
Over the water
I want to bend with it
I want to bend with it.