Like A Weeping Willow Tree
I am that weeping willow, with her branches drooping
and weltering with water, dripping tiny wet pebbles
Rain down from leaves,
from heaven I cry.
And the winding wind whips into me
a burst of energy, a shift of those dangling green leaves.
Like a weeping willow tree I stand still as a statue
watching my roots grow deeper into the earth.
Sheltering, and putting out a thick trunk
waiting for something
a blessing, and some rain perhaps.
Shaking like the angel still sitting and watching
a child statue pondering the worth of life
and knowing there is God
why do certain things happen
to bash our sprightful hope
and winds blowing through.
Like a weeping willow tree
now the snow has fallen
to cover us like a whimpering blanket
striking down to water roots
and to shake up my faith
to make it grow.
and weltering with water, dripping tiny wet pebbles
Rain down from leaves,
from heaven I cry.
And the winding wind whips into me
a burst of energy, a shift of those dangling green leaves.
Like a weeping willow tree I stand still as a statue
watching my roots grow deeper into the earth.
Sheltering, and putting out a thick trunk
waiting for something
a blessing, and some rain perhaps.
Shaking like the angel still sitting and watching
a child statue pondering the worth of life
and knowing there is God
why do certain things happen
to bash our sprightful hope
and winds blowing through.
Like a weeping willow tree
now the snow has fallen
to cover us like a whimpering blanket
striking down to water roots
and to shake up my faith
to make it grow.
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The phrase like a weeping willow tree came to me, and I just thought of the image of the tree and how the weather has been lately, so I made into a nature poem that also expresses emotions about God.
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