In the night’s deep slumber, I heard the thunder, in waves.
It roared, but through the willow, secrets in  thunderous waves.

Beyond the dark, a wandering light, dancing shadows
hid, among the branches undulating with the thunderous waves.

The willow, ancient, flowing, blowing it’s stories under skies,
Does it muse or shiver, as it feels these thunderous waves?

Amidst the storm’s passionate play, an orchestra of passion,
Locked in the waves with so much to say, with thunderous waves.

Tales unfold, murmuring, in its arms they sway,
Telling of intertwined lives, through thunderous waves.

The house, once young, now gray,Etches and engraves
the echoes of memories, with thunderous waves.

Strangers – they come and  pass, unaware of the fray,
Of joy and tears, that happened here in silent but thunderous waves.

The wind’s song, carefully encoded in the highest encryption,
Rolls into the roar, and is unencrypted with thunderous waves.

Even in the heart of the storm, the blessing – we find our way,
Guided by whispers, the hushed willow swayed, against thunderous waves.

Lean in and listen, for the willow just may,
Share its saga, amid a crescendo of  thunderous waves.

Seeker, in each line of each tale, a whisper of secrets, it conveys,
The silence echoing through time, finally gave way, with thunderous waves.