Weeping Willow Tree (Entangled Roots#3) Poem by Tristian Ford

To my Shangri-La straightaway through this
trail

A place my mother once showed me.
A tree she planted as a little girl
I come here to pray, think, scream, cry,
or worn to shreds by anxiety
My heart leads me
Underneath the cooling shade of this
Weeping Willow Tree

'Why has life been so painful lately? '
(Rapt in inward contemplation)
His mind led to ponder,
trying so hard to please and love everyone. When for everyone, It's been so easy to hate and displease me
One's blistering days outside this wilderness haunt life so nightmarishly
No intimidation at Shangri-La
He knows God adores him
-Dios Es Amor-
And at this moment He can see,
Weeping me underneath a Weeping willow tree

Seething with suppressed wrath
Boiling with passion
doing all he supposes one can
To remain standing as an honest man
Yet, how he grabs it futile to offer his hand Behold a hopeless romantic in a fantasyland

A watched kettle never boils
Yet, he's hoping one day to finally look out and see
The tree cast shadowy vistas of spectacular, sylvan beauty
Not the beauty of what one selfishly
wants to have,
or what another wants to be.
Although, he often longs for love
Although, he's constantly searching for knowledge from the Lord God up above...
His naive stares caught sight of
The suffering of the world,
The crimes against humanity.

His soul leads him
To an extension of compassion
to the different, to the stranger, to the unloved
So he burns with the passion of-for all three Such things in the eyes of history
(Wrapped in an outward intensity of reflection)
Weeping me underneath a Weeping willow tree

As he becomes one with nature
And listens as the birds & antelope squirrels sing
The sheer weight of unbearable loneliness
But
The past slowly drifts out from the poet's memories,
These old ruddy convictions hastily
deserted his very being
Suddenly, he fell tired with a dull listless fatigue Suddenly, he sunk into a vast unexplored land, into an extraordinary realistic dream
(With a vanquished and weary sigh)
'What's it like to be a tree? '
He asked,
As It wiped his tears, the tree replied,
'Honestly,
It's hard to answer that for thee
But, imagine thyself being over-free
Only with thy leg's stretched into the ground so deeply
And thou art held prisoner by
emotions
thy showing so uselessly,
while reaching for infinity
Only to be held captive by time,
Choking wordlessly
while touching a dark eternity
Content with the tune of moving feet
in that darkness where one cannot see.
Moving forward without one thought of
The
Entangled roots underneath
A Weeping Willow Tree.'

'When autumn comes along,
When winter stays too long,
When the leaves no longer hold on
Although, I still stand tall and strong
Although, no one listens to my mournful song
Frequently the birds come along
The squirrels also join in and sing-along
That helps to keep me warm
I offer branches for them all to rest on
Which helps to keep us all strong
So what is it like to be a tree?
A lesson, honestly...
That times, life, and love
Goes on
We do not attain love just because we feel
we merely want or need,
We do not deserve love, irrespective of the suffering we all endure
Even though someone
or even though something unapologetically
does us wrong
We only earn the right to express it,
If we can diligently learn how to accept it
Love is unmotivated respect shown,
not a gift
It is a changing season that comes and goes,
like a tear or a leaf,
like a bird,
Like a spring rain, or a winter snow
Or the sun's warmth at dawn
God is not interested In solely you alone,
He is not interested in unfruitfulness.
He is interested in justice, in love and the bliss that it brings to those who seek to comprehend and share that
interest.
He judged it better to achieve good things out
of bad times
Then not permit any bad things and times to exist at all
After all, if not for threatening eras
We would not be able to share
You would not understand why good things are not to be taken for granted
And How Much For Us All,
The Lord God Truly Cares
The paraphernalia of power and prosperity"

The deepening twilight filled slowly with
shadowy visions
Then I suddenly awakened
as the panorama of life unrolled before me.
The chivalrous homage of respect for one's life,
God's Will and His Glee
The wisdom from above through
The Entangled Roots of A Weeping Willow Tree