Willow
She was standing tall and proud
In a mystery shroud
She was looking at the cloud
And was roaring loud
She was a willow standing in place that was sunny
Her leaves were color of amber or yellow honey
She however had something one could consider eerie
Against cold winds she had defense that was uncanny
She was holistically not bound by any particular niche
She always stood there proud and rich
As separate nonlinearity gave her soul incredibly high pitch
The true sense in the world she could reach
As nonlinearity made her truly decide her destiny
She finally felt free
But seeing the world two tears fell from her countenance and landed next to the sea
Whoever finds them will be just as free
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2013
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