With a far away thoughtful glance, <br />I see before me a carpet of fine greenery. <br />I ponder and gaze in the quiet sunlight, <br />and see a mural of splendid finery. <br />Than I am strangely entranced, <br />longing for lasting beauty. <br />Wonderment so far reaching and everywhere, <br />if only I can make my eyes see. <br />A lovely bit of nature <br />to renew my troubled soul. <br />As alone my sad misfortunes <br />are blow upon blow. <br />They carry me deep into a crevasse <br />beyond my simple needs. <br />A chilling sorrow suddenly touches my mind, <br />to burrow and plant permanent seeds. <br />Despair one hundred fold, <br />less one small willow tree. <br />Hidden in arms of soft leaves <br />they enfold and nurture me. <br />I will heal my daunted spirit, <br />and feel serenity and peace a part of me. <br />I gaze again at the strong tree, the willow, <br />slightly triumphant and feel free.<br /><br />Dorothy Irene Hillyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weeping-willow-8/
