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The Willow

Drooping with elegance,
Swaying with class,
There stands a weeping willow.

Beside clear waters,
Shading cool grass,
Its branches wave hello.

From beneath the willow I do see,
Up above a small yellow bird,
Flitting at me.

On twigs is where the petite orchids grow,
With a faint purple hue,
Wavering smooth and slow.

The willow tells secrets,
Listen closely to the wind,
It'll tell its life story,
If it can only find where to begin.





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