A Willow so strong
Like the human race, and yet
It gives us way more
The willow is majestic
The willow is elegant.
There's death all around
A mysterious moment
What is this, a plague?
The rotten flesh burns my nose.
The still silence...in my head.
The clouds fall down to
The warm lake against the wind.
Excreting thick clouds
That sway over the water
Silently flowing on by.
Mystery in the air
A sad tune sings in the wind
Creeping up my spine
Making all the hair on my
Neck stand straight up from my fear.
 Spokane Native 2609 · Wed Nov 05, 2008 @ 05:04pm · 0 Comments |
