The Willow Tree Poem by Zac Wittstruck

The willow tree ran down the alley,
wrestling with his insides as he
leaped over bounds of manholes that
were surrounding his underground
friends, keeping them from escaping
the flower-scented aroma
they so desperately needed. But
the willow tree stopped at the
liquor store to pray, and as this
happened, his friend, the dogwood tree,
escaped his imprisonment and flailed
his arms like swords, decapitating
his captor, the brainwashed bramble
bush. Who would ever deserve such
fate, thought the willow tree
right before he collapsed from exhaustion
and fell deep inside the rabbit hole
where he met a snake who collected
ant farms.