Willow was feeling nervous, her slender branches quivered causing the leaves on the lower branches to kiss the water in the pool.
A new crop of catkins soaked up the water as they swished back and forth, causing tiny ripples. These set the three water lilies in motion swirling, whirling and then becoming still once more. Willow gathered her composure so she could study them. She needed to watch.
Then she understood why she’d woken up feeling nervous. She was so worried by what she saw, she forgot to drink; and as she fretted, the water slowly began to rise.