Willow
I watch the weeds dance,
In the grassy playground.
The wind plays music,
through my limbs hanging down.
Jealous is the Oak,
Of my branches so light.
Leaves kiss the water,
Teasing fish as they bite.
But jealous am I,
Of the Maple my friend.
Those beautiful leaves,
Paint the sky at year end.
For those that assume,
By my looks I'm a drag.
It's really the Pine,
That sap makes her nag.
People seek solace,
In my curtain of leaves.
I am the Willow,
The gentlest of trees.
8-21-15
Copyright © Kl Williams | Year Posted 2015
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