Weeping Willow Poem by Bree Z Love

I cry in my sleep.
I smile when I creep.
I dream of moist green grass.
I wonder how long this will last.
I am not amused when the two clash.
I am running fast.
I am climbing stalks.
Wow, the adrenaline; I am falling fast.
Head first in the moist green grass.
It begins to talk.
This is not what I imagined or thought.
Oh boy, the strong firm stalk fell between my knees.
This dreams is too deep.
However, I am crying and draining; drenched sow of weep.
Knowing, I can no longer creep.
I believed; I could muse in this wonderment
rather than, continue on living in torment.
I had to choose
and it was you!