Weeping Willow Shadowing my window bring your tears to me sadly sweeping across my pane open your eyes and see blue skies but clouded lies what more could it be? but dreamers dreaming and sleepers sleeping Weeping Willow Sing to me
As you may know, I have a deep love for willows... This is a wonderful little poem that is quite beautiful in many ways. I just wanted to say how much I like it. You did well with this one. I like the simple style it has...
Trees can also comfort, I am sure that the willow is not always weeping most of the time it is whispering words of comfort. If you lie under the willow and listen it will sing a lullaby for you. Great poem.