How I love the Weeping Willow tree
Its branches gently fold over
As though it's trying to kiss the ground
There are so many branches
Like a giant green Octopus
Swaying softly in the breeze
The long finger like branches
Swish gently from side to side
A haunting melodic swish
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It's delicate arms and soft colours. A picture from nature, it's beauty captured in a single petal. Striking colours, a feast for the eyes. Thoughts of warmer climates.
Trees are very curious things, Its hard to know where trunk ends and branch begins. Trees, trees, all green and brown, Stretching up from the ground.
Warm, soft golden rays of light cascade onto the vividly vibrant earth. lapis lazuli, ruby, amber, jade, and indigo pattern beautiful flowers that gleam like precious jewels.
The same shade of green As the pines standing tall Composes its stem So thin and frail Yet strong enough To carry the weight Of its world, the blossom.
Crimson ribbons of dazzling light streak the lapis lazuli heavens. Gleaming copper, shining gold, glittering ruby, glisten like jewels high in the soaring trees.
Dark oak trees, reaching to the sky with twisted hands, claw at the midnight clouds, all dressed in silver. Golden branches upward, the great oak touched the light of heaven.
The path of mossy ground nestled In between maternal hedgerows, That overgrew atop, dimming down The brilliance of the day.
There is an old tree That stands on the lawn. Its branches are bare And its bark is torn. The blossoming violets In a circle quite small. They circle the tree, The tree that's so tall.
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