24" x 30"
I imagine that this old diamond willow was once a marker for the wild rice beds that flourish here
The lake people would sit under her
Sing songs of the harvest
And of the creatures that lived in the water amongst the reeds
Her bark and leaves will have absorbed their voices into her sap as part of her growing
The sounds and songs that once filled her have fallen with her into silence
But there is life and sounds in the water and the land around her still
Perhaps one day the songs will come back
And from one of her seeds there will be a new tree that will once again show the way.