I Like Weeping Willow Trees
My mom has numerous weeping willow trees along the riverbank of her farm. They are higher than three stories and several hundred years old like all of the trees around the farmhouse. I have always loved them...
The way their branches cascade to the ground and into the water.
The way they grow, sturdy and enduring....Though the waters have eroded them to their tangled roots and some are leaning and dipping into the murky waters now....Some day they will no longer stand as the silent sentinels they are....Watching the world go on around them...Harbouring birds...Scampered upon by squirrels....Clambered upon by children...Alas no children climb them now...There are none....Perhaps...*smiles* Some day there shall be....
People say do not plant willows. Their roots invade water drains and basements....But their majesty is not disputable. They remind me of waterfalls....I love weeping willows. Why do they cry? I do not know...But I think they laugh in cascades too. *beams* Thank you. If you know why they cry, please tell me..*dances away, spinning, and whirling....*
The way their branches cascade to the ground and into the water.
The way they grow, sturdy and enduring....Though the waters have eroded them to their tangled roots and some are leaning and dipping into the murky waters now....Some day they will no longer stand as the silent sentinels they are....Watching the world go on around them...Harbouring birds...Scampered upon by squirrels....Clambered upon by children...Alas no children climb them now...There are none....Perhaps...*smiles* Some day there shall be....
People say do not plant willows. Their roots invade water drains and ba