The Bird of the Weeping Willow

I am the bird of the weeping

willow. I whine and sway

I cry at bay.

I toss, I turn – I yearn, I wish.

And whisper to plead,

set me free from the swaying,

the willow that whispers.

I wade and lean

Falling, falling, falling

and fly – wait!

I cry behind my

Weeping willow.

No. Tonight I will fly.

Wind whipping to spread my wings

of love of hope of waking my dreams

I sing my song a singer sings

The song of the bird of the weeping

willow. Welcomed, awoken,

washed of the whispers, the wicked

laws that wound around me like

binds to my saddened willow.

Tonight I fly free, I fly for me.I am the bird of the weeping



This poem is about: 
My family
Our world


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