In the arms of a Willow Tree

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Last night I was summoned by the waving arms of the willow tree,

the one that stands at the rivers edge, bathed in the setting sun.

It was their branches that reached out, swirling through the star-drenched waters

to murmuring angels, before opening the door to a realm far beyond.

My bare feet walked the dewy paths of moss the brightest green,

butterfly wings brushed against my cheeks and the breeze swirled through the air

in colourful tails. And that is how I became that carefree child,

filled with curious and exciting ways.  Or was it the air, sweetened with nectar,

or the dusting of silver on my naked skin in the moonlight

that opened the gateway to a freedom few experience,

to a realization only some acknowledge,

that the passing of days is indeed a liberation

of the senses that know more than the mind.