Slowly slipping into slumber,
standing stately in the snow,
coldness creeping into lumber
coldness from an icy foe
stands a willow of the west
hamadryad of the waste
slowly slipping into rest
she suddenly awakes in haste.
For in the stillness of the snow
something moves beyond the light
of the lampost’s steady glow,
and cautiously steps into sight.
Not a dwarf nor a faun
something marvelous and new
as surprising as the dawn,
the ancient legend coming true!
From her roots to her peak
the willow trembles with the truth
as all the world that once was bleak
is bursting with a second youth.