As I walk in the silence of the woods
A thought
Random in its design
Names
The creation of it
Was it the sound
The emotion
The pull willing you to name this…
I stand before a tree
My heart is confused
Life brings joy
The beauty of it brings aww
For if you ponder on this tree
It seems to weep
The weight it carries
It bends in its youthfulness
Still, it stands before you
Not touching the ground
Strength in beauty
Tenderness that rivals strength
I guess the name Willow
Is fitting
It will allow you to question
“Can I bend and still stand tall











Yes you can🙏
Thank you Peter🧡
The title caught my attention. The message brought me home. Beautiful, Fia
Thank you Willow🧡
I have been that tree. I have been the leaves it sheds…pieces of me to scatter in the wind. Having to endure everything around and unable to flee. My bark is worn in places and names have been carved deep into me. Like a willow…I weep.
That is so beautiful and I understand being those leaves.🧡
Beautifully penned, Fia Another excellent write with a deep meaning my friend. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you cuz.
Damian
Thank you cuz. Appreciate that
A fearsome expression.
Regards
James