Asprin

before you read this one: willow trees, if you peel the bark, boil it into a tea, and drink has a quality that of asprin. So, that in mind, convalescing,


Careful to walk where he shouldn't,
He left the forest for a tree.
She a willow weeping,
Steady and flowing, drooping silently.
If you cut her she bleeds convalescing
From an ardent tap that in her,
By the strip of her bark, drips unfeigned
Water on the weary trip,
That fills each cup abundant with cool,
As she calms with shade
For each sojourning in the shadow
There, beneath her reaching,
Tired and sleeping there, beside.
He is tired and sleeping there, beside.