The willow tree





Willow Tree

A soft wind blows through your delicate branches,

weaving, whispering, bending.

A stronger wind pushes and pulls at your beautiful arms, scattering

your leaves, changing your appearance.

The storms rage and you dance.  You bend but you do not break.

The wind makes your back stand straighter.

It makes you stronger.

Your limbs sway in a glorious dance before your Maker.

Your roots grip the soil, curl around

stone and earth.  You are steady.

You stand.  Unbroken.

For a friend.

Comments

  1. Beautiful, just beautiful...you have a wonderful gift of expression! Thank you for sharing :)

    Joy F.

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  2. What a beautiful poem, thanks for sharing it. :)

    Krista

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