The weeping willow grows by the lake.
It stands tall, but has the graceful slump to it.
The branches flowing over and out,
Like a fountain of green love from Earth.
I have sat under that willow tree many times.
I find my peace there under those flowing branches.
My spirit speaks to me clearly with love here.
I become the soul that I know I am.
Sitting with my back to the trunk,
I am in my own world – barriers green on brown lines.
I throw my pebbles in to see what shall happen,
The ripples take off and leave from my world.
It seems once I was carried to this willow tree.
I was blessed with the help of a protector
Who held me as I rested and healed, and I for him,
As we sat in our world protected with love.
This willow tree does not…
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