random poem?

Love
Like the greensilver branches of the willow tree
That always grew where the water pulsed through the soft earth
Branches shading the wetland grass in lines like windowshades

Drinking in the sunlight of a little girl's laugh
Taking in the breath that only comes from song
And when the hurricane comes and winds grow strong
Roots are stronger,
Sylvan fingers reach into the depths of Life itself
Holding onto all that Love is

Because storms may tear the branches that stretch
And the trunk that winds

But trees can grow back after the storm
With the right roots