Wind Before Breakfast

I heard it from the willow tree
Tossed by the wind so silverly:
That some day this bright world shall be
More clean, more lovely, and more free ...
A free and clean and lovely earth?
I tell it you for what it's worth.

There was some meaning in that air:
I tell you that I saw it there,
White windy patterns in the sky,
The willows tossed, and Truth came by —
A world more generous and clean,
A world more worth its blue and green ...
It may be, or it may not be —
No willow ever lied to me.
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