The Willow Tree
The Willow Tree
stands by the water,
not the tallest,
never stronger -
Than mighty pines
and oaks that grow
taller and live
longer
Yet flexible her
branches, her
swaying limbs as the
wind blows
-That stormy
destroying wind
which picks up
larger trees and
downward throws-
Is cut into a
thousand pieces by
the whipping
branches and reduced
to a whispered hiss
By the little leaves
resistless motion.
The storm is stilled
by this.
Copyright © Barney Taylor | Year Posted 2014
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