Willow Weeping
Embraced in the arms of a weeping willow,
the sky begins to open up again.
Gone are the clouds of grey,
replaced by a baby blue skyline.
Birds chirp,
bees buzz,
the sun radiates.
A light breeze rocks my willow’s branches from side to side.
Despite the bliss this earth has to offer,
my willow is always weeping.
the sky begins to open up again.
Gone are the clouds of grey,
replaced by a baby blue skyline.
Birds chirp,
bees buzz,
the sun radiates.
A light breeze rocks my willow’s branches from side to side.
Despite the bliss this earth has to offer,
my willow is always weeping.
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This poem is about over coming depression, but still having it linger around you.