About the Poem
This poem reminds me of my time spent growing up in Africa, I had a willow tree outside my bedroom window that I used to play on all the year 'round, and these were some of the stories I used to act out on it.
|by Laura Mason|
|Whispering willows in the wind,
Throughout their calm, majestic leaves,
Breathe a sigh of unspoken tales,
Fables of hangings and murder plots,
The love-affairs of courting couples,
Names on bark entwined for love,
Sleeping beasts awaken at dawn,
Burrowing to the surface skin,
But at night, how she sleeps,
Her slow steady process,
Growing, receiving and giving new hope,
Where she falls, others will succeed,
Her place overturned in the,
Circle of life.
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