The Wise Old Willow

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In the middle of the town of Terra,Stands tall the wise, old willow;Been there since before the age of time,Bends towards the winds that billow

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In the middle of the town of Terra,
Stands tall the wise, old willow;
Been there since before the age of time,
Bends towards the winds that billow.

It has been dying for the past twenty four months,
Each leaf falling down in seconds,
People are devoid of their actions,
They have lost hope just like the willow has,
Both are intertwined, twisted like my strangled hair.

The willow cries silent tears
For all the lost years,
It is incomplete without those salt streams,
Just like the reality of the day is without midnight dreams,
And how the moon can't shine without the sun,
Or how there is no one billion without the one.

But then the folk of Terra
Gather round the wise, old Willow;
They sport a smile that reaches the eyes,
Putting aside their differences and holding hands,
Passing on their apples, berries, honey and avocados amongst themselves.

The river of somber serenity flows by beside,
Carrying forget-me-nots and daffodils and lilies and snowdrops,
The willow blooms like flowers during springtide,
Every scar starts to fade away into nothing,
Together they saved the willow,
But more importantly themselves,
For the folk may come and go but the willow always survives.

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