The Willow Does Not Grow Poem by Wayne Ruff

And the Willow does not grow

Into the ground my roots were sunk,
the root system looking to be nourished,
Though without food they could not flourish
Sporadic feeding left them hollow
And with it my heart,   it did follow

As the summer had come to an end
And the autumn with it my leaves do shed
I stand bare and empty
Remembering when I had plenty
Winters sun is hard and cold
But there I stand as ever bold

The season of shredding has come to pass
A new day is here at last
There are now new leaves on this tree
And of the pain and suffering I am free

I stand in the summers sun tall in all my glory
The golden breath of life filling my sails rummaging through my leaves with the happiness of ease

And then the Autumn it does come
The season of shedding has come so fast and with it my heart it does follow
And the willow does not grow