Two ancient eagles often meet free and high, celebration dancing our death spiral or mating dance.
Flying over this weeping willow forest lands we found Our white willow tree bark healing properties own salicylic acid relieving pains and inflammations.
Our beautiful pendular branches, the weeping willow trees of us, symbols of fertility are; out willow trees grow best by side roads by body of water rivers lakes, or ponds. And us special eagles, mate by the sea.
And like us our willows of life attract scary snakes, but also birds bees butterflies, cocoons moths many diverse birds make a home in us. Our willow trees seem to hide a fertil sadness within.
In our roots, creatures find habitat restauration erosion control and perfect ******* growth of 6 to 8 inches length.
Our willow trees filter poisons grows quickly and live longer with a human touch like ours.
Our weeping willow tree established root systems decontaminating water and soil.
Raindrops drip down our leaves. My weeping is called pillow P**y willow tree.
When our weeping tree grows largest it casts a grave size shadow and a family member goes supernovae or so it's written.
Thank you my weeping willow tree, sweet poet mine for placing baby blankets under our weeping willow tree.
Your invitation uncovered accepted loved and cherished eternally.
To the one poet Sonnet 75 my True love, this one honors the day my smile captured thine heart, my weeping willow my everything beloved. ~~~ Inspired by a tree of life planted in my honor once upon a time. ~~~
Wandering willow leaves dropping... spinning... spinning in control no sound nature's quiet bunch getting on with it with no fuss as they reach the ground I look up to see more take their short journey
The wispy willow tree sways The wind is it’s master Wherever the wind goes the willow shall follow Sometimes the wind is a little too harsh Causing the willows frail branches to snap Sometimes the wind is soft and tender Causing the willows leaves to swoon and sway There is telling how the wind may behave The willow braces it’s roots deep in the soil It must stay where it was planted The wind will have its way The willow has no say
It's me,🌳 that queen bee It finally occurred to me and anyone among your Powerful elite dearest darling lover poet, in your glamorous domain that I wouldn't be unkind but something sinester had happened for death silence to take over my free will speech, laughter song and dance to just walk away from all treasures anchored to our heart all which fell into my lap from your sky repeatedly. Oh that Janehilton may on mother's day at the Hilton your three hundred fifty red and white roses and my last letter upon them from a perilous past I had ran from straight into hell thus, naturally I was speechless! Your tycoon antorage passed me by and again here your gold ink throwing stones into my pond Like in a Japanese garden as other younger King drones join in. Stone ripples changing all again. And I am never the same everything changed. ~~~~ Mr and Mrs. Andrews And karijinbba (In memory of poets tycoon beloved)
Gifted soul 🌜moon willow🌳 my ripple my stone your blue lagoon here in my inland sea Only misery and pain greedy green mates came. Unsalable virtual lovers àim flowed distant partners were. In the power of one you complete me my transformer perfect mate. In this world a mystery you are a little bit mine, and in another world you are my exclusive all my everything. In this our power of one. we exist as stones thrown into each others pond see our ripples, your ink in gold. Everything changed ❤️and nothing is ever the same.🍵 ~~~~~~~ Mr. and Mrs .Andrews 🌜treasure loot all embezzled was😩
Oh swaying willow tree lower your branches cover me. I am so cold without thee. You're so green and gentle.. give me oxigen and shade, you bow down gently as in reverence yet detached I feel more than gratitude I too am detached as breeze! In wonderment of your face feel my breeze under your starry sky
You like a hungry kitten sensing timing to run for it may it be that my pyramid's wise winds shake your trunk, to leaveless **** blushing in your branches? Are your hidden fruits any ripe you do sway delightfully My frozen cocoone is detached my tiny feet from my butterfly might slightly tickle your fancy as I voraciously neeble on your green golden leaves? will you fear my strong breeze wild Autumn winds as your branch may get detached.? ~~~~~. By;Mr and Mrs Andrews. With Karijinbba.