In dreams

On my pillow I slept while outside willows wept

Drifting in a dream, the storm outside went unseen

In the morning when I awoke, the willow at the roots had broke

It does no good to weep or grieve, from the willow, no more shade I'll receive

Reviews

[carl]

enjoyed the strong rhyme taking place here, the straight forward matter of fact " don't cry over spilled mile" sentiments. Conciseness was a good choice as well. thanks for the post - carl

[Soren]

Thanks Carl your comments are deeply appreciated and valued