Willow

We are but smoke rings blown from one mouth
We are but tears fall from one eye
We are but echoes of one great sound
We are but different verses from the pen of one
From the pen of one poet
We are but cascading notes spilling from one soft trumpet

Willow
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Willow

We are but different flavors being tasted by one great tongue
We are but lovely colors that dance around one pure light, one pure light

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Willow

We are but the bees of consequence making honey
And from one great jar although the jar is open
Has always been open and will always be open

Willow
Doo doo doo doo doo doo
Willow, willow, willow