The Willow Weaver

Listen now friends, as I tell you a tale
One that stems back 50 years
You may think you know it, or have heard bits before
In fragments of memory, or fleeting thoughts
Or you may just be curious, and want to know more
So come, lend me your ears

You see, stories cannot exist on their own
They root in experience shared
Woven together through time and space
Intersecting at moments, decided by fate
Like willow rods randing, then bound in place
With attention, with patience, with care

They become part of something enduring
The interlaced branches held fast
Withstanding even the harshest of weathers
Individually strong, but stronger together
A part of each other’s history, forever
Connection, built to last

Refrain
May the words of your tale become willow
May the roots of your past be held tight
May connection loop through every inch of your present
May your future be flooded with light