Weeping Willows

Weeping Willows In a picture of grief Death lies underneath Scattered in the far Stands tall To show to all A grey mass A written note from the past Weeping willows pierce the ground close by Weeping winds whistling a secrete cry Concreted angel Lives on In the strong stone structure And the ground In which she stands upon Never forgotten She stands to show Her body lays in ruins Turned to dust over time But she still grows In this land of mine A soul that knows no time Because she is now divine Written by Sarah linklater 20/03/15