Poem: Branches of the Willow

Resilience — passed down through generations, the gentleness of swaying.

I inherited a green thumb,
dormant in the years of youth
and I’ve only just begun
listening to the exhale
of the weeping willows.
A gentle knowing
of stillness that existed
long before,
an influence of the earth.
Resilience —
passed down through generations,
the gentleness of swaying.
To bend,
but never break.


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