The Willow Tree

The Willow Tree. The winding backs, broad then narrow skirts the rivers edge, Blissful I peer through curtain slips, palatial the tearless sky, Wishing my dreams reflected yours, as life passes us idly by, The stillness of time to rest and muse, the willow trees obscure. Majestic swans in reverence bow, dipped in God's quiescent eyes, Skyward willow warblers flit, while song sparrows most, allure. Fleeting ducks, graceful swans, beauty no riches could ever buy . Undulating grass verges, the locals laze restless and endure, I repose in blissful silence, watching someone else's world go by. Thoughts stray, of moments past , when I was less mature , Weighted by an unopened door, where the past I dare not pry. The heart dispensed but not returned, I wait for time, to cure. I wish I was a bird or swan, Without thought to live or die, Or this wondrous majestic willow tree, to inwardly feel secure . Slowly I push to rise, eyes welled, arms stretched to say goodbye Nature my earthly saviour, my beacon of hope, my heart to soar .