The Willow Tree Is Silent Tonight

The Willow Tree Is Silent Tonight

The willow tree is silent tonight,
Saying not a word to me on my patio deck,
But the toads are horny. 
I can hear them yearning to evolve,

To find a mate to maybe mutate.
Maybe, to splatter new DNA that creates a prince.
Fairy tales are everywhere,

And music pops in and out from another dimension,
Can’t get “Piano Man” to stop playing in my mind.

We have a bottle tree sprouting blue wine bottles,
Lit up tonight by the reflection of the sun,
Bouncing off the moon,

That is clinging to a lifeline from the Earth.
The only hope it has from oblivion.
If only humanity had a lifeline to be human.

Is that thunder?
Or the echoes of bombs exploding
In a faraway land I've never seen?
Bombs sent as a message that my reality
Is more powerful than your reality.

I wish the willow tree had something to say.
It's hard to keep a one-sided conversation 
From jumping into the abyss.