The Willow Tree

Let me stop to be her friend....

 

 

I stopped to take a break today

To feel the breeze that came my way

The breeze I felt came blowing by

Filled with joy and butterflies

 

The Butterflies that flew around

The flowers growing in the ground

They flew around and down the street

I followed them with every beat

 

With every beat they flew around

Way up high and then way down

I followed them and then to see

A tall and pretty willow tree

 

The tree’s large roots I sat upon

To rest before I carried on

A busy day I must confess

I never take the time to rest

 

The breeze that came my way today

  From her branch that swayed my way

She brought me here to take a rest

To heal myself and know I’m blessed

 

To slow my life down to half speed

To feel the breeze that tickled me

To take the time with butterflies

To watch their beauty flying by

 

They lead me to the willow tree

To slow me down so I could see

How beautiful a day can be

To sit beneath the willow tree.

 

-Amen- 

 

Author's Note

I actually wrote this poem for one of my friend's mother who was going through the same type of cancer I have had. I wanted to "give" her something that would have meaning and love.... somehow, willow trees give me that peace....

Reviews

[Stephen Ownby]

Interesting that you'd willows as a source of comfort, I always think of the "weeping" willow.

[jakelsen]

We all need to slow down and take a breath, enjoy the beauty of the world, relax in the boughs of a tree. This was nice.

[TL Boehm]

this is a lovely one - gentle and heartfelt - even the color is a lift.

[Samuel Dickens]

Willow trees are wonderful creations, and I like to mention them in my stories. In fact, my story "Promise of Angels" was originally called " Beneath the Willow Tree." There's just something about them, isn't there? Thanks for sharing your sensitive thoughts. Sam