A weeping willow looms over a pond,
Branches swaying in the breeze.
A happy song from birds that call it home,
Pushing its limits, like souls who care.
Fluttering leaves droop down,
Breaking the surface of the pond below.
Birds adjust position,
Branches jump out of submission;
Water dripping from the leaves,
Like tears from banished eyes.
Yet those birds never leave,
They tread careful to protect their tree.
Willow like us;
Birds like we
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 4:14 AM UTC
A weeping willow looms over a pond,
Branches swaying in the breeze.
A happy song from birds that call it home,
Pushing its limits, like souls who care.
Fluttering leaves droop down,
Breaking the surface of the pond below.
Birds adjust position,
Branches jump out of submission;
Water dripping from the leaves,
Like tears from banished eyes.
Yet those birds never leave,
They tread careful to protect their tree.
Willow like us;
Birds like we
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