Name: Human.

The trellis, the work of human hands, became the support of the willow, the weeping willow, dry all winter long. Whether you like it or not, spring: laughing at all the borders on the earth, arrived flying and light-winged: from the heart of my withered willow shining green stems gushed up, they twined around the pillar of the trellis: whether you like it or not, my support, look: I circle around you...