Beneath the Weeping Willow

A brief poem I wrote. I hope everyone who reads this enjoys.

Beneath the weeping willow, I smile

The shade brings with it a sense of ease

So i sit, and admire it for awhile 

and try to sway with it in the breeze. 

 

My thoughts race back to years ago

when the seed was then first planted

The planter, did he really know

the beauty that it granted?

 

The tree does not resist the wind

and it makes me think, should I?

Will I ever break, or bend

to the whispers of the sky?

 

Soon this tree will return to earth 

for that is how it's supposed to be

Is it considered just another birth 

of a soul, that's been set free?

 

So weep dear tree, weep

I will listen to you're crying

But promise me that when I sleep

My dreams will not be lying. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Hope you enjoy.

Reviews

[Amelia Lawrence]

That was beautiful. I love your descriptions of the tree, and your rhyme scheme lends itself to a sway that feels somewhat like the wind would. I felt the tree moving in the breeze with you.

Great job!

[Tha Wind AKA VERBAL OX]

"The tree does not resist the wind

and it makes me think, should I?

Will I ever break, or bend

to the whispers of the sky?"

very poetic an easy; easy like smooth an mellow how u blow thru this section of the piece
much like the wind u speak of
descriptive an well versed, sittn the reader under the weepin willow

well written piece.... i enjoyed it...

keep it up


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