Willow Tree

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Sweet is the water that falls from its leaves

As it collects in the small, little pond

After the refreshing rain at night

When the clouds part to reveal a swollen, golden dawn 

Most of the low branches are weak and thin

But the ones I climb on strong and sturdy

Because they're closer to the heart, the root

Those same branches protect the root, the heart

The branches reached down to the root in the pond

Covering the ground with mint green blankets

Caressing the nectar water with soft ripples

With each gentle breeze; rustling leaves

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My third favorite tree next to cherry and maple.

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