the Willow Pointed West

In the clearing over yonder,

A willow faces west;

Branches reaching further;

I'm almost there at best;

Yes my heart its pointing Northerly;

To go or just to stay?

My heart it feels the strongest;

But no substance shows the way;

The willow gives the weakest pull;

Giving me a choice;

It's branches, they are solid;

A rock in a desolate sea;

Yes my heart it points to evil;

The willow holds no sins;

I take the branch it offers me;

Refuse the heart's strange drink;

The drink was my temptation;

The branch my leading staff;

My heart in pointed Northerly;

The willow pointed west;

I took the willow's safe advice;

It leads to my own paradise.


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