Willow

It cleans filth
My hardware wont be dirty
Willows make noise
The trees of tears
When a rabbit digs his den
And when a roe walks the forest
A drop drops down
Stone burns in the air
Painting painted with oil
Relief just being forged
Willows make noise
The trees of tears
And a mongrel growls at me
Damned bites by my trousers
What future will bring I don’t know
What will happen next