Poem: Weeping Willow

Oh why does the willow weep? When the sun so gladly bathes it’s tender
leaves within in it’s warm rays. Though why does the willow creak? When
the gentle breeze blows caressing and drying willows tears and yet it still
harbors secrets of the unknown beneath it’s bowing bows of arms that
reach down surrendering to its own weight. It still whispers sweet nothings
of the past and as those slender branches dance and groan it takes me to a
place long lost of the memories one can’t escape, so weeping willow your
secrets remain safe with the silence of the passing breeze.

Published by N.K. Sterling

A sibling and daughter to some, a friend to others. As an artist , writer, and dreamer N.K Sterling spends days crafting new creations be it in painting or jewelry making or dabbling in many creative avenues in life from music to sewing has only made Sterling more inspired to keep trying new things. Enjoying a good book by the fire, or an adventurous outing with furry friends is always a go to for this expressive soul. Writing has been a passion since the age of twelve and the associate's degree in liberal arts has only help expand this creative mind for future endeavors while currently living in the southern USA.

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