Willow Spirits (a Poem)

Warmth will fade and winds will blow

Then come ice and winter’s snow

In dormant sleep we lie below

Still, in the spring, our tendrils grow

 

Roads may end before they start

Cruelty’s arrow, Cupid’s dart

Pain to pierce the fragile heart

But we refuse to fall apart

 

Though rocks may fall and ground may quake

And tears will spill and hearts will ache

Our willow spirits rise, awake

To bow, to bend, but never break

 

bruce lee willow trees in wind

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