Under the bows of a willow tree
Such a lovely place to sit and read
When the sun is high in the sky
And words can fill your mind
Oh long-lost willow trees
The wind blows, and your leaves are tears
Someone once sat beneath your branches
Watching you cry in the breeze
The wind gave you its last breath
Did you cry as the blade of an axe
Sunk deep within your bark flesh
Suddenly hours beneath your branches are lost
Swept away by the sea of time
Like footprints on a sandy shore
Your memory is gone
Erased and forgotten
By the white crest waves
Of the ticking clock ocean
But the pages of my book
Still hold you dear
Hours under your bows
Will never disappear
Inspiration and Author's Notes (If any):
Inspired by: There Beneath by The Oh Hellos and personal experience
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Trillium Beneath the Pines: An Original Poetry Compilation
PoetryA compilation of my poems, many of which explore the cyclical nature of the world: life and death, day and night, and the seasons.
