An ancient willow stands beside the pond
Its age, a mystery, its beauty beyond
A weeper, it seems, with branches low
Hanging heavy, as if in sorrow’s flow
But listen closely, and you’ll hear the sound
Of the gentle breeze, whispering all around
The leaves rustle soft, in a soothing tune
A reminder that nature is in constant bloom
Though bent and shaped by life’s trials and storms
The willow stands tall, defying norms
A symbol of strength, and of trust in fate
For seasons change, and troubles abate
So let us learn from the willow tree
To stand tall, and bend with grace and ease
For when we trust in God, a higher Power
We’ll weather any hour.
Willow Tree
