Poetry Book

The Willow Tree

The path is lined with many stones
Some looked like they may have been painted many years ago
Now they just look washes and in need of a new coat
Some looked like they may have been green or red or even blue

The path is long and takes many turns
But the stones stretch the fill path

At the end there stands a large tree
Who's bark is as dark as the late night sky
It's branches flow out in many directions
Having from them are leaves that look almost like hair

The Willow Tree stands there strong
On its trunk are many carvings
They show all of the people who have come and gone
The stones surround this grand tree

Mabey someday there will be a bench underneath
For now the tree just stands there
Surrounded by stones in the deep dark woods
With a singular path that leads you
To its home