Welcome Wistful Willow

A warm breeze

Soft, gentle, calm

Caressing the strands

Of light, brown hair

A smile is adorned

On the small face

Soles of shoes

Skidding on the dirt

And thick roots

Of the billowy

Willow tree

Leaves the shade

Of summer green

Tumbling over

The delicate arms

Like somersaults

Blue and white

Twisted rope

Connecting a limb

To a solid, brown

Block of smooth wood



Back then

I was younger

Free, careless, happy

Happy to bask

In the bright sun

Filtering through

The canopy of nature

Down from the

Bright

Blue

Sky