The Gaia Proverb

Take a left at the willow tree.
And let her sweep you home.
You'll be met with sights and shelter.
She's a gentle guide, pathway through the toll.

Take a left at the willow tree.
And let her mark good cheer.
You'll have to dance with mirth.
She's a wise face, doctor for the soul.

Take a left at the willow tree.
And let her taste your mourning.
You'll skirt tombs to carry on.
She's a hard one, yet lives without bone.

And take a left at the willow tree.
To let her thrive on your off course.
You'll be tasked with the long forgotten.
She's a stranger, yet remains well known.

Take a left at the willow tree.
And she'll lead you through the fog.
You'll cry and wail, yet not doubt the heavy murk.
She's a leper, a leader, an ally.

So take a left at the willow tree.
For she is what stops your wayward course.
You'll be lost without her hidden road,
She is your one eternal goodbye.