Underneath the Willow

death and love, holding hands. its beautiful.

 

Underneath the willow

The water cools my feet

Flowing slowly ‘round me

As tadpoles swim along.

Underneath the willow

The quiet feels so real

Moss acts as a cradle

There’s everything to feel.

Underneath the willow

I close my eyes to sleep

Birds fly and sing above

And crickets start to chirp.

Underneath the willow

I’ve longed to hear her call

Sitting in the sunlight

The world feeling small.

Underneath the willow

I cannot claim her love

Yet nature goes on

With red droplets in the pond.

Underneath the willow

My final resting place

My breath starts to shallow

A calm crosses my face.