The Willow

Silently standing, proud and tall
In a forests’ meadow all alone,
Is my special secret place…
A place I can call my own.

The willow awaits my return,
Awaits my embrace and smile,
For it always calls to me
Asking for me to stay awhile.

As the clouds move and the sun hides,
I lay beneath the willow in peace.
Thinking of everything, and nothing,
And how my worries seem to cease.

I climb the branches, high and tall,
And rest awhile amid the leaves,
Smiling at the wonder of the beauty
That only this tree can seem to achieve.

The breeze begins to lightly blow,
And the leaves sway against my face,
I close my eyes and begin to think,
But my mind strays not from this place.

The willow doesn’t allow me to be sad,
The willow only wants my smiles,
And here I can, I can laugh at anything,
For nothing can hear me for miles…

I love the free moments I have here,
For my heart is always heavy and sad,
When I have to look back at everything,
Including the good and the bad…

And every time I must turn back,
To say goodbye to this place,
I try to remember in my heart,
That I am never far from love’s embrace.