The Willow

The weeping willow swayed in the breeze,
it stood by the brook of sparkling dreams,
no matter how the branches swayed,
it could not reach the rippling waves.
Leaves the color of envy,
and sorrow it’s only sound,
it was destined forever,
to reach for the ground.
When the wind coursed through the branches,
it made a mournful sound,
and still it stood in beauty,
strength and majesty.
Cursing not it’s origin,
or why it had to be.
It only took it’s place in life,
bowed to it’s creator.
Maybe it’s rewards were destined to come later.
Graceful undulating branches,
in a sea of green.
Maybe there’s a lesson,
which remains to be seen
Undying in it’s patience,
beautiful and serene,
the lovely weeping willow,
has a lesson we can learn,
patience can sustain you,
when you think there is no way.
You can stand with dignity,
unwavering in the truth,
if we only emulate,
the values of this tree,
we can face all hopelessness,
and be peaceful in all things.

Author's Comments on "The willow"
Lessons in faith.