The Willow

I once met a friend
In my garden
Just at the time of her birth
I was told later on
That she was
Thrown into the Earth.

She just lay there
Stunned and still
Not knowing whether
She had the will

She was far away
From thinking why
When droplets emerged
From the sky.

They fell hard on her
Like bullets they felt
As the poor thing was buried
Into the ground

With the least sense
Of waking up
Drifting into sleep
Without a sound.

For then the next day
She looked around
She’d found a new,
Splendid home

It was well away
From the nasty straw basket
And also wan’t shaped
Like a dome.

It was damp and warm
It felt divine
All around were
Friendly creatures

It was better than every
Luxurious home
Or one with all
The leisures.

Until, one day
She felt like stretching out
She wanted to germinate
She wanted to sprout.

All she did was
Go to sleep
On the moss down
In the deep.

The next morning
Was on of a kind
Where herself
Would she find?

Under the sun
So beautifully standing
Was her
Her own business minding.

But not what it is to you
Was to her, mind
For she had found a lot
More of her kind.

She giggled at the warmth
She felt at her face
Her feet still tucked
Into the ground.

At that time, to her
They were nowhere
Close to being
Rightly found.

Over more time
That can’t be described
She grew lovely hair
Naturally bright green
That added to her flair.

She was majestic
High up in the air
Her face was
Dark as bark.

After a while
She realized
There was something
Perched on an ark

The ark was her arm!
It sure was!
And do you know why?
That was because…

A willow was growing
In the woods
Of the unknown
At utmost splendor.
And, that marvelous tree
Happened to be her!

She’d smile warmly
At heavy storms
And at all the
Strong winds blown
All those days, just perfect
Without a single moan…

A heavy throb at her body felt
Enough for an unheard cry
It shattered all the lovely moments
Of time come and time gone by.
It was enough
It was the end
Her feet were pulled out
Never to remend.
She shut her eyes
Ever so silently
But her heart…
It was broken violently.

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