Darkened Willow Society

Does this bird not pass up its own invitation to the wispering willow?
A thousand trees and the bird yet hasn't flown off to the next blossom.
Oh, how I wonder if the bird will reach it's destination ahead of the velvet sunlight..
Sunset arrives, the velvet turns into violet mist..
and perhaps..we may see the bird lurched on top of the hollow branch..
Midnight strikes.

A darkened willow society and still no sign of the bird.

Soft wispers of wonder consume the violet air...

For many days at a time, the bird would make itself be seen in the mistful mornings of the sharp spring..

Through a cycle of seasons from here to there, no sign of the bird was to be found.. and no more, no less.

Though the bird only made small un noticeable appearances, it has found the courage to uplift itself from a variety of menaces, and out of all nights it has delivered itself from the darkened willow society.

Free yourself bird! Let nothing in all forms of life create a blockade in your victorious view

Spread your joyous young wings in celebration of the new season that has taken course...for it is spring!

and with this the bird came to realize a number of things, and finally did come to its senses of what it needed to do.

With the violet mist, and the velvet sun over the bird's view, it gently took lead off of the same hollow branch..and in justification it finally flew away from the darkened willow society..

and now, the bird was free.