Weeping Willow

The simplest of loves and freedom
Created moments in their forever,
As wild hearts wandered together.

Tender-footed, they crossed the river,
Planting willow’s seed as
The birds, above all, flittered.

Bless’d beauty remained;
All the more reverent,
As the clouds cascaded gray.

Where the suns did fall,
They chased their days;
Until last light refused to stay.

Their lot in life still remains,
Weeping ‘pon the river’s banks;
Sympathizing with her name’s sake.

Jordan McFarlen

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