The Weeping Willow Tree-New
THE WEEPING WILLOW TREE
Listen to the weeping willow weep, its cries echo against the
Mountain sides, gentle is she the long lashed Spanish moss,
Whom tenderly wipes away the each tear drop as they fall?
Oh so softly mother winds caresses this timber child of the
Wilderness, speaks ever so delicately hush now, everything
Will be alright, in the swaying breeze doesn’t nature rock this
Wood land spirit, lulling it to sleeps dreamy embrace of
Everlasting beauty!
Beneath the nights quilted blanket of darkness, the winking
Stars of twilight watch over she, the weeping willow tree,
Shinning nay not too brightly, as not to awaken the cradled
Startling nestled within the forest nursery, hush now
These sky beings softly whisper!
The nearby babbling brook falls almost into a silent stillness,
Crackling against the rocky rapids in smooth waves of
Tranquility's peaceful motions!
The pine giants spread out their forest canopy umbrella’s above,
To comfort this newly planted forest child, beneath their ancient
Evergreen wings of grace!
Along the alpine mountain sides, the sunrises warmth baths
The wild flowers within the dawn’s awakening rays, trickling
Downwards in a golden cascade slowly, ever gently whispering
It’s time to arise unto a new day!
The creatures stir within their sleeping dins, drinking deeply
From the morning dews refreshing crisp autumn air,
As the first sounds of forest wilds sweep across the
Green valley floor, announcing to begin life renewed
Once more!
Retracing shadows of the night fold inwardly within
The hallows deepest depth, and the moon yawns
With a slumbering goodnight's farewell, until sunsets
Finally bidding calls upon him again, this ancient
Timeless gentleman, hanging amongst the illuminated
Universal heavens!
Shifting clouds pass ideally by, seamlessly spreading wide
As to allow the sunshine to gently spread sun kisses
Upon the forest clover, growing at the base of the every
Tree.
Yet the weeping willow still cries, and when the others
As her why, she responds in a somber moment’s reflection,
I’m doing what is in my nature to do, I am after all
Called the crying tree of the forest!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Copyright © Cherl Dunn | Year Posted 2015
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