The Willow Tree

Childhood underneath a willow tree.

Far underneath the willow tree
The sacred nature waits for me
I peer in through the opening
I climb the trunk to be the king

I sit up there and watch the sky
My childhood dreams go flying by
I grasp the branch afraid to fall
For at this height I feel so tall

I sit alone with my deep thoughts
Provoking answers which I sought
My mind it rests I'm now at ease
Far underneath the willow tree

Reviews

[Ryan]

This is a beautiful piece! Please, keep writing!

[Red Brick Keshner]

The lines and their rhythmic cadence lend to the poem an ease and fluidity that expresses an amiable musicality. And the willow tree, that is just a majestic image worth the poem and a photograph. Pleasurable read, thanks for sharing.