Old Willow Tree
Old Willow Tree, let your branches fall,
Shelter me in your soft willow, I’m seeking a place to hide, not wanting to leave..
For as the soft wind blow your long weeping branches, I can hear the soft rain falling, it’s tear drops falling on me, yet I’m safe under your sturdy tree.
Why or how you got your name weeping Willow, is it because your branches fall as if one is weeping in sadness of grief or joy?
Weeping Willow, here you stand so tall, sturdy in the park, with fall leaves amidst the ground, through fall, winter, spring, summer, many people of all ages, kids, come to gather, seeking a solace from life’s many strifes, yet we know the phrase, “This season too shall pass..
Strong, weeping Willow, we shall meet again someday, to sit amidst your flowing branches, with GODS creations, birds, squirrels, robins, to soak in your beauty..
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