Images of weeping willow trees My mind keeps bringing to me. What are these visions meant to be. Deep roots yet gentle flowing limbs, Standing firm yet dancing in the wind. Resist not like the oak but like the willow bend Or perhaps it's visions of a love affair. With hair flowing magically down her back Deep roots and wisdom she doesn't lack. No matter the lesson these visions bring, Giving joy and peace not recently known. Forever grateful for with them I have grown.
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