The comforting sound of the breeze wish-washing against the leaves,
The calm beneath the willow,
The beautiful bloom of the spring time flowers,
The burnt orange vibrations of the fall,
The scorching sunshine that comes with summer time,
And the biting cold of the winter breeze,
Season after season,
The willow is somehow still there,
Leading with expressions of stoicism,
Unwavering in their quest for perfection…
Nessa 🖤
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