Where the grass is bright green, and sounds of running water can be heard there sits a large
weeping willow tree with long, bending branches
It has been there a long time.

The branches of the willow are so long that they can reach to the ground, and then up to my apartment balcony on the top floor

In the wind, the branches sway back and forth to the rhythm of the wind spreading out like the wings of a bird

As the wind blows, and the rain starts to fall, the willow bends down and up as if it’s trying to reach the balcony of my apartment and beyond

The tree almost looks like it is dancing to the rhythm of the wind with its movements back and forth and up and down

Nature is pure magic