The Story Of The Willows Poem by sandra geisell

The Story Of The Willows



the sun is high
shinning through the
branches of the willow trees
the birds are chirping none so
able to hear the whispers in the breeze

unable to hear the shimmer of the
dancing leaves.of years so far gone
none able to hear the storys of the lost stars
in the sky so high.deaf to the moan of
the clouds so worn and torn
none can hear but the willow trees


the her the sighs and every one of the cries
of the all to lost seas
the hear the moans of lives long
past.the hear them from the first morning light
to the last breath of night


the sun shines, the birds chirp
the waves sweep but the willows the willows
weep

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