Weep of Willow

Weep of willow

reach to me

softly stirring

in the breeze.

O'er the lake

you grow so free

weep of willow,

moving tree.

Cast your blooms

o'er lake and lawn

like powder puffs

that grace the dawn.

Float and land

upon the lake,

distant shore,

new tree to make.

Reviews

[LillyLoveLucari]

I thought this to be beautifully simplistic, something I have trouble accomplishing. Well written. Somehow described the simplicity and shortness of the cycle of death as well as its elegant gracefulness in life. Good job.

[Botania]

Mysterious as it is simple. Thank you Lilly.