Weeping WillowA Poem by Wendy SueThe warm summer breeze gracefully pushed the leaves of the willow tree, like all the moving parts of a orchestra playing. Withered, diseased, dying, made vulnerable from neglect. A small dismissed branch lead way to a bigger process of demise. From a distance, it still held beauty. My ears listened for the message as the paper wind chimes sang their history, begging to relay wisdom. The dry leaves hung on, grasping to stay unified with the only beauty they had known. Slowly, under protest, they gave way to the gentle guidance of the breeze.
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