slowly the willows carefully
make an island by the side of the lake
in centuries they will turn it into field
oh to be sure there is enough green
the lime will be there & the alders
sharing some ancient root
burdock & lilies bramble & iris
flowering it seems so effortlessly
kingfisher surveying the diamond realm
oh to be sure there is enough light
small birds we simply call them sparrow
it is from them that we are descended