sunlight streams through the branches
and, beneath the willow tree, I sigh.
the spring breeze sighs with me.
and here the morning murmurs,
singing a somber melody of april.
a song of growth, of change,
repeating the motion of the
blooming flowers.
recreating their rise from the earth,
their blossoming radiance,
their graceful descent as they
turn to dust once more.
I hum along and shed my old doubts,
gazing up at the sun as
the breeze lifts me.
I have no fear, for the grass
will break my fall.
weary and weathered,
golden and glowing,
I am reborn
beneath the willow tree.
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wildflowers
Poetry"wander through fields of lavender and smile beneath the setting moon, for the winter is over." a collection of original poems inspired by springtime, the stars, and laughter.
