Beneath The Willow Poem by Micronjan (Micron)

Beneath the willow's drooping green,
Its slender leaves brush the rippling sheen.
Sunlight scatters in golden threads,
Dancing on water where the river spreads.
A soft, cool breeze drifts through the air,
Carrying scents of grass and earth everywhere.

The meadow hums with life untold,
Birds trill bright notes, some shy, some bold.
Swans glide smoothly on liquid glass,
Their white reflections shimmer and pass.
Every rustle, splash, and distant hum
Weaves a quiet song where I am from.

The sun warms softly upon my face,
While shadows play and time slows its pace.
I drink the moment, breathe it deep,
This gentle world my heart will keep.
Grateful for the small, serene things,
The hush, the light, the joy it brings.