They call me
The weeping willow
But I’m not sad at all
I’m loose and free
Swaying in the breeze
Branches drooping
To kiss the river
For we are One
They call me
The weeping willow
But I’m not sad at all
I’m kind and caring
To those who visit
Weaving and spinning
A home of their own
For we are One
They call me
The weeping willow
But I’m not sad at all
I’m strong and grounded
Sending roots deep
To bind sandy soil
In tight embrace
For we are One
They call me
The weeping willow
But I’m not sad at all
I’m proud and graceful
Cloaked in golden fleece
Gifted by the sun
My artist friend
For we are One
They call me
The weeping willow
But I’m not sad at all
I’m alive and life-giving
In my shade sits a man
Telling my story
Breathing my air
For we are One
This poem was submitted to the #lettersfromnature campaign held by MUNI Ph in honour of Earth Month 2021. Find out more on how you can contribute by visiting their account on Instagram
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