Under The Weeping Willow Poem by Betty Bolden
Under The Weeping Willow
Lets think about the willow tree,
leaves falling free.
Weeping leaves shining in the sun,
oh, how lovely things come undone.
sunshine folding around the tree,
I'm sure it really feels free.
Birds singing in the nest way up high,
raising babies for spring and the sky.
Butterfly's swooping down each branch,
just let this love fill your soul.
Our creator is well in control,
hold His awesome Hand and never
never let Him go.
©Betty Bolden!
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3-15-04
A cool celebration of nature and providence.. beauty in simplicity.....abso lovely and charming creation :)
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4/23/2024 7:54:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Peaceful poem, touched my mind with memories of growing up and climbing them when young. One of my favorite trees as a child - thank you for the memories. RoseAnn