A Thousand Willows

There is a land where most venture

Seeking adventure

Not knowing what lies ahead

There’s a lake of treasure

Larger than the eye can measure

But when touched, one freezes from toe to head

There is a plain of verdant clovers

That one could frolic over

Be warned of snakes that slither in the grass

There’s a forest of green

Where a thousand willows dream

But whip with branches as thick as brass

There is a land where most venture

Seeking adventure

Not knowing what lies ahead