My spirit stands a willow…

My spirit stands a willow,
  it’s swaying in the sun;
  it’s laughing at the changing clouds,
  and mimicking each one.

My spirit stands a willow,
  yet has no thought to weep:
  for when your roots are wide enough,
  they needn’t be

  that deep

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