Beneath the willow tree I rest
and marvel at all its leaves have seen
Memories incarnate
of when this was meadow
filled with flowing flowers
and honey bees
Along the trail I ride
as the deer
sprinting beside me
wild and free
And I wonder
basked in the doe's glowing glory
how many have beheld
her majesty
Close enough to touch
i wonder
how many have seen the life
in her blinking eyes
And how many
only know her
as a red stain
upon the asphalt
Sitting amongst the folding branches
upon manicured grass
where there was once a meadow
watching cars now pass
Beneath the willow tree I rest
and wonder not why it weeps
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