Waiting by a Willow Tree

May 7, 2009
By Anonymous

Waiting by a Willow tree

I sit at a willow tree
My head tucked in my knees

I feel a cold breeze being whipped across my face
My head feels so light I feel as in a daze

I hear the water flowing from the bank
It’s like pennies dropping into a tank

I see the clouds coming in like a wave
Making a pattern as I sit there and gaze

The rain starts to pour
I open my mouth to taste some more

The flowers in the meadow are swaying like dancers
The sweet smell is enchanting but can’t give me answers

The answer to what I was sitting and waiting for
But I guess it’s the end so I close the door


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