I love the movement of the weeping willow tree
it's outstretched branches,
it's leaves like stretched out lips.
I love the way she dances when sat upon a river bank,
with all the beauty that rides beneath.
I love her cape that whispers sweet nothing's
as we sit together beneath her crown,
resting, drinking Indian lemon tea
whilst the world just rotates around.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 2:44 AM UTC
I love the movement of the weeping willow tree
it's outstretched branches,
it's leaves like stretched out lips.
I love the way she dances when sat upon a river bank,
with all the beauty that rides beneath.
I love her cape that whispers sweet nothing's
as we sit together beneath her crown,
resting, drinking Indian lemon tea
whilst the world just rotates around.