Inspiration flows
Like magic from a universal source
Slipping the tips of tongues and minds
Like rich fallows awakened.
Why then this path
Left dormant to chance
If willows could mother
Seeds of graceful substance?
For and forward
Life of passions
Willed and worked
So attested.
Sensible says
Those of logic and reason
Yet argument seeming civilized
Grows from emotion of rawest seed.
How far is come then
People of rooted intentions
If roots are left to seed in fallows
By which man and earth play their hand?
Well, weeping willows follow pillows
To sink their seeds where wind can't billow
Ground made soft once hard as stone
To find its roots and build its bones.
Both man and earth are one alike
They share both torture and delight
Moral standing doesn't live for fight
But lives for heart, and love, and life.
SL