I found happiness
Under the willow tree
But quickly turned to sadness
After I lost thee
I could not help
But sit and think
Staring at the sky
Without a thought or blink
That day we kissed
Holding hands
Under this very tree
That now here stands
Why were you taken
From me so early
Then again, who am I?
To judge life fairly
I live with the thoughts
Of what we had
Like moments under the willow tree
That turned happy into sad.
C. Vergara
09.28.2010
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Willow trees are my favourite trees. They are sad and droppy but if you look closely spot all the yellow weaver birds so full of life. A beautiful poem hope to read more. 🌹