Under The Weeping Willow - Poem by Betty Bolden
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.
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