Weeping Willow

Beneath the bows of this weeping willow

Hides the enlightened soul of authenticity

Entrenched in the pain of the dirt’s truth

That only those who feel the brush of pain

But who crawl through the mud and its stain

Can accept the protection of the lesson’s learned

To envelop them with the beauty of sensing more,

Of holding more, of becoming more

As they stand up amidst the fallen limbs

And refuse to go back to where they’ve lain.

–Written by Sandy Heights

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