The weeping willow,
Whispers softly in the wind.
Beckoning me into the woods
sharing wisdom and peace.
I sit here in wonder,
What its like to stand there
Day to day,
With no place to be.
Dear weeping willow,
How painful it must be,
Having tangled tentacles,
Unable to help those in need.
Instead your reflections in the lake,
Mocking you to take,
A chance to be different.
Yet all you can do is tear.
Oh weeping willow,
The life of this tree
Captivating the heart of thee.
YOU ARE READING
My book of Poetry
PoetryI took a poetry class and I thought I would share my poetry with you P.S this is my first time writing poetry
