Some seek your shade
Some your colour green
few lose and no one wins
for all ignore your grade
some like your green leaves
fall apart and again like waves
Come out the way your ,
they will only to home lead
let they be weeds to my lake
willows ever green ,never foresake
you’ll end where you belong
where you’ll never feel wrong
where well two hearts can get along
No tempest would ever spare a tree
even prayed to on one’s knee
nor no waterfall high or low
would spare any shy willow.
W.Aziz 1991
