Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

The weeping willow don’t break,
it waves and bends to the winds,giving cover to the wings of the lakes.

The waving willow curve to the winds,
giving a ballet to the workers in spring.

The weeping willow don’t break,
it dances on the sound of the season,
leaving the colour of change in the nest for the future.

The waving willow giving a swing to the play on a new day,
where laughter finds the sweet green.

The weeping willows don’t break,
it sings on the verse of rain and on a heated day giving a stroke of tenderness to the seekers of shade.

© Elke T.B. Stevens 08/07/2018 Belfast.