Summer breezes come my way,
Swaying my branches, dancing so sweetly.
My color inspires, and enlightens for today,
Just as my flowers, fold so neatly.
For I am known as a willow of pink.
Many others, use my pigment for ink.
My beauty leaves girls in awe,
Sometimes, I wish I could go to the spa.
My branches are dry, making my skin itch.
For I am dressed in the most silkiest of fabrics.
Most graceful I am, light than the sky.
"She's breath-taking!" You shall think.
She is the Apple of their eye, she, is the most high.
My body is a home for many, but my own.
My porch is low, and made of stone.
When it rains, my limbs will weep.
But when the sun returns, my sun will sweep.
The wind is my daughter and she visits often.
Sand and moon are my son, they come an go.
May the winter, my cousin return, my body will soften.
Spring brings my clothes of gold and warms me so,
My body bares protection from the evening air.
For I am beauty in a foreign place
Than just for one, today I will spare.
My body lives on, in time, and in space.
For I am a cherry willow of beauty and grace.
No one, of any other kind can take my place.
My clothes are silk and my skin is rough.
My body is a home, but not of my own.
A/N This is a short poem I made back in my senior year of high school.
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