Miracal Under A Willow Poem by Mark Crane

Camouflaged by an age old willow, he wept
Sun scorched tears, stained the squirming ground
Countless, concealed eyes watching without sound
Nestled amoungst wilted saddeness, he slept

The bright morrow delivering it's daily, dismal gloom
Desicion made! it's time to kill the pain within!
Carefully fastening twine to the willow's aging limb
Cursing the god's, in muttered final words; (snap! , crack! , boom!)

Awoken by mother nature's golden smile
Cleansing his spirit with her cool fresh breath
Miraculously erraticating his intensions of death
Sweet, songs of the surrounding life, lifting him from the bile

Bleeding heart carressed by mother's healing hand
Smooth, soothing whispers swirling amid autum leaves
Hope once abandoned and lost now he again believes
Be at peace my darling child, gain the knowledge to understand