Underneath The Weeping Willow Tree (Francesca's Birthday: August 7th 2019) Poem by DM W

Underneath this grand weeping willow tree,
I contemplate life's profound mysteries.
I still wonder at Nature's woven dreams:
Coloured pebbles at the bottom of a stream;
The veins of leaves; the waterfall's cascade;
The first drops in Spring of silvery rain
And the magical light of a harvest moon:
Fleeting impressions of bright things gone too soon.
Although I'm in a crowd; I remain alone.
I still feel free; my heart has not turned to stone.
And as this warm late summer evening fades,
I wonder to myself just how many days,
Months, years and fair seasons are left before.
I can no long hear the world's thunder roar.
Or see wild lightning dance along the wires.
Or feel the force of strange, teeming desires.
When I depart from life's surreal yet vibrant play.
When I finally pass from light into shade.