All willows weep 

Sum of all tears 

Their branches creep 

Throughout the years.

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Roots that run deep 

Burdens carried 

Challenge is steep

Never varied.

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Green in springtime

Auburn in fall

Reason or rhyme 

Unknown to all.

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Always alive

Growing quite tall

More than survive

Thriving and all.

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Lessons are learned 

On every branch 

Our world has turned

A solid stange.

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Feelings do hurt

Accept, be free 

Rise from the dirt

My willow tree…

-AAA 12/13/2024