Standing alone atop a hill,
sunrays weave their way
like a pinball game
through drooping branches
This solitary tree enchants
in its graceful dance
thin branches flow with the breeze
An unkept wooden fence
struggles to perform its only role
decades of neglect
turned panels to obstacles
Creaking and moaning panels
yield to the wind’s
near constant demands
The melody of the tree
in harmony with the fence
soothes and comforts
in textured layers of sound
Calm, welcomed by the empty field
branches sway, hang low
as an interpreted ballet
choreographed by nature
The weeping willow –
some see sorrow, others hope
the same tree, the same dance
through our own experiences
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