The lone willow waves
when warm winds whisper.
Her arms sway away
rays embracing graced faces.
These green leaves leave me in disbelief,
and lead me to believe
that we need to breathe more
and think less.

Her grounded roots
wrap around rusted buckets.
Perched birds chirp
in perfect pitch.
Summer’s heat leaps on fleeting feet,
Fall’s frost follows in hollow streets.
Children sleep in peaceful sheets,
while Winter creeps in white.