Violet Grace Poet Free verse

Willow Tree

She sat with the willow tree's bark against her back. 
It wasn't necessarily comfortable with the bark digging into her shoulders 
and the roots bumping out of the ground, 
making the spot she's sitting on uneven, 
and with the grass tickling the bottom of her legs.
But she felt oddly peaceful, 
like she fit into place here,
in this moment.
With the birds calling out to each other, 
settling in their nests deep in the branches of this big tree. 
With the gentle wind,
brushing the hair out of her face, 
making sure she isn't too warm,
 bringing the scent of nature. 
Making her wonder why she hasn't spent much time outside breathing it in.
It tells her the stories of salty ocean air,
cold Arctic winds, 
and all the places it's been,
lulling her to sleep, 
dreaming of distant memories
that aren't hers.











She's fallen asleep under the willow tree again,
and when she wakes up, 
she finds the wildflowers growing around her with their vibrant colors that somehow fit in with the greens and browns of the ground, 
and the leaves of the tree floating down onto her with their sunset colors.
She couldn't feel the wind anymore.
And as uncomfortable as the bark was, 
she missed it, 
and the way it seemed to bring her back from her memory, 
She missed the way the grass reached for her.
The way the tree seemed to breathe with her.
The way the birds tried to sing with her.
As much as she felt she fit there,
She doesn't want to forever be sitting underneath the willow tree
dreaming of the stories the wind told her.

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