The Willow Tree

I am LOST and I have nowhere to GO.
I’m not alone. I see a WILLOW TREE which shows
No desire to even move and walk around and
Perhaps explore the WORLD at large?
Yet, I am LOOKING in search of finding
MySELF which has been avoiding my eyesight!
Then, the Somber tone of ROBIN’s nocturne, who
Invites me to join her in a song I had heard
Eons ago when I was still in the womb
Of an unknown galaxie million and million
Light years away from the Town Hall, where
I just paid my taxes weeks Past due.
And now, the purple  lilac in the vase
Turns Herself into a MOCKINGBIRD and flies
Away. Across the lakes. Across the hills.
Carrying with her the seeds of pain, sorrow
And MUNDANE chat. And as the deer, horses, Wolves
And Tigers gather around, The MOCKINGBIRD Tells the story
Of, When the Fox kissed the Chicken, And (this is hysterical),
When the Bear was swallowed by a BEE? Ha, Ha.
And as the forest roars in laughter:
I find myself dancing with a WILLOW TREE.