Among the willow trees there she walks
Touching souls along the cross
Above her cry a raging thunderstorm
In her heart and so above oceans swarm
In the turn of her gaze
She'll play with Earth's praising stage
Among mankind, the people look past her
Always aware but never dare grasp her
A touch of calm a dash of peace
In her place, she caves to please
Shutters swing in monstrous rebuttal
Words fight to make claim so subtle
In recess, skies collide
Among evergreens there she cried
For nature, her presence it will guide
She'll be a slave to her will's pride
For among the willow trees there she walks
Touching her soul along her cross