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.
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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.