The Willow That Weeped For Me

The Willow That Weeped For Me

A Story by Poppy Ruth Silver
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Of memories and willows ~

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The fair haired girl sat in the corner of the room, peering out of the window. She was observing the willow tree as she had done many times before except something felt different that day, there was an odd energy she couldn’t place. It had become her routine to speak to the tree every morning when she woke. That morning, however, the tree didn’t speak back to her.

On closer inspection the leaves appeared wilted, a dimmer shade of green with yellow here and there, almost like it was autumn but summer was at its peak. The tree’s aura seemed melancholic, sorrow hung tenderly from every branch.

“Why so sad, pretty willow?”

There was no reply.

Her friend remained silent as small droplets shimmered on her bark. No-one else could see such things of course but she could see them, she could hear the tree’s thoughts and sense her energy. Sensing such things had always been a natural part of who she was, there was a light inside her that connected to all life forms in one way or another.

Moving closer to the window, the girl looked around the garden. Sunbeams danced on the dappled ground and a light breeze blew. She could hear the blackbird singing as always, marking his territory. Sometimes the bird would pause and chat to her too, perched on the blue painted fence. She wondered why blue and not green but that was the least of her concerns.

“Why so sad, pretty willow?”

Then came the shadow.

Slowly moving at first and eventually enveloping the tree.

Then came the noise.

Subtle at first and eventually drowning out the bird.

Then came the shock.

Everything blurred and became surreal. She realised why the willow had been so somber. The Shadow Man had arrived to cut her down. Trees are wise behind human awareness and they know when their life is about to end. The pretty willow must have sensed it. That explained the silence.

She ran outside and screamed as loud as she could as tears ran freely down her face but it was to no avail. The Shadow Man kept cutting into the bark. Only she could see the blood trickle and feel the tree’s energy wane. She felt no anger from the willow only acceptance, a forgiveness of sorts. Her own heart was confused and furious.

The noise became louder as the Shadow Man cut deeper and deeper until finally the clouds stalled and there was a deafening crack. To her horror, the tree bent in half, like a ballerina in the throes of art.

The familiar branches she had held so often, lay entangled on the warm concrete. The willow was shattered, splintered, wounded beyond any solace. Only a stump remained where she once stood as regal as a Queen.

No more would birds rest within her shelter.

No more would she read a book leaning in her shade.

When asked why the tree was cut down, the Shadow Man gave a simple reply.

“Death is not always our decision, this was not my choice.”

The girl felt betrayed. Betrayed at the loss of a friend, not being able to save the tree, not having a voice strong enough to be heard. The death of the willow engulfed her like a tidal wave. She would never be the same and as the Shadow Man broke the branches with sadness in his own eyes, she knew from that day forth, she would defend nature with all her soul. She would become an earth warrior, a defender of Gaia who was her true home.

Sometimes…the brittle snap of twigs still echo in her mind.

Sometimes…the weeping of the willow still reflects in her blue eyes.
Sometimes…she can only Haiku the damage done for it is through the vast portals of poetry she found her voice.


There once was a tree,
green and vibrant 'til murdered
for no sane reason.


Between betrayal and prose, life continued as her eyes grew a little more blue. A weeping willow isn’t called such for no reason, for those who can see, they really do weep.





©2017 PoppySilver

© 2017 Poppy Ruth Silver



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You are immense source of love for everyone and everything. A mirror which reflects the universe all without scattering anything. I could imagine a beautiful heart and soul. Reminded me of a wild berry tree I used to take berries from and had formed a friendship until one day it was cut.

Posted 2 Months Ago


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Poppy Ruth Silver

2 Months Ago

We have had similar things happen for a long time :) Takes a beautiful soul to see another ♥



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You are immense source of love for everyone and everything. A mirror which reflects the universe all without scattering anything. I could imagine a beautiful heart and soul. Reminded me of a wild berry tree I used to take berries from and had formed a friendship until one day it was cut.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Poppy Ruth Silver

2 Months Ago

We have had similar things happen for a long time :) Takes a beautiful soul to see another ♥
this story reminds me of a cartoon I watched as a kid, it's called Ferngully: the last of the rainforests, but again great imagery

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Poppy Ruth Silver

5 Months Ago

I haven't heard of that love, interesting...thank you...
Trees are very beautiful. I love trees and the energy it gives. They are life. I hate it when someone cuts down a tree. To me it's like cutting a piece of my soul.

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Poppy Ruth Silver

7 Months Ago

It definitely is...I agree, thanks hon :)
WOW! WOW! And WOW! This is an awesome vignette that expresses so much about the way I feel in nature, the way there's so much more than what we can actually see & touch "out there" in the universe. Your descriptions are delicious & full of lovely details. I love the way you are telling a story & inserting lines of poetry thru-out. I don't think I've ever read a story from you, so this is a very refreshing change from your always-admired poetry! (((HUGS))) So many meaningful lessons buried thru-out & very timely.

(Sorry I was not on this website for awhile. I missed reading you & I'll get caught up soon!)

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Poppy Ruth Silver

7 Months Ago

Hello lovely...nice to see you, thank you so much for your lovely thoughts sweetheart, they mean a l.. read more
barleygirl

7 Months Ago

Springtime is busy for me . . . so much rain in California this year, green grass growing so tall I .. read more
Poppy Ruth Silver

7 Months Ago

lol Bless...glad you're ok love x
I have always been fascinated by these wonderful trees and their unique name and symbolism. In likewise, your poetry....:::))))

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Poppy Ruth Silver

7 Months Ago

Thank you dear Sami, they are guardians in their own right :)
Sami Khalil

7 Months Ago

So true. You are welcome ......::::)))))))
willow trees really are amazing. living, breathing and connected to us and life. very creative & heartfelt write. used to have a willow in the yard when i was growing up. they have amazing roots that seek out water, which is why they often grow near water sources. beautiful how you tied the girl's feelings to the tree. wonderful imagery.

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Poppy Ruth Silver

7 Months Ago

Pete, thank you very much...I appreciate your thoughts :)
"Sometimes…she can only Haiku the damage done for it is through the vast portals of poetry she found her voice."

very striking line - she can find her connection to the beloved tree by inking on pages created from its kin (other trees)

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Poppy Ruth Silver

7 Months Ago

Oh, yes...now that's a thought...thank you Cascara :)
I love this one building in intensity until the ending!
This subject is dear to my heart, too.
The damage on nature and the trees surrounding us--I hate the cutting for no good reason.
Well done again!

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Poppy Ruth Silver

7 Months Ago

Me too love, thank you Josie :)
Josie E. Cook M. A.

7 Months Ago

You are welcome!
Tragic and heartbreaking but uplifting as well. It seems that no one thinks of the veins of life that flow through the land until a soul such as yours tells a story.
Beautifully written.

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Poppy Ruth Silver

7 Months Ago

Ken, thank you :) The veins of life indeed, I like that :)
Like this, an exploration of a quote or standard metaphor that works round an idea ! Good job.

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Poppy Ruth Silver

7 Months Ago

Many thanks Leslie, I always appreciate your thoughts :)

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Merry Meet all, welcome to my page. I write mainly poetry but I also write stream of thought prose. I also create spoken word poetry and have a couple of novels on the go (dust covered albeit;) My .. more..

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