Willows Speak

The willows speak
of sap that runs so soft and cool
throughout their being
and roots that feel so safe within the ground
nurtured by the moisture in the earth
that sleeps in the surround of every pond

Its branches sway
surreal, their affect
echoing the secrets of longevity
as they sway and bend in rhythm
of the wind-whipped atmosphere
branches reaching out to touch
the font of this eternity in time

They do not weep
nor try to keep a stoic attitude
for they have learned to just allow
the always changing variations
of the nature of it all

They feel no pain
not even when the rain is pouring down
nor do they mourn their loss of leaves
when autumn starts remembering its fall
but then they simply sleep
to dream again
of all the healing
that spring will bring. . .


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