Sunday, May 29, 2011

Weep Not For Me

Sentries draped in forest green.
Stretching, reaching, branching,
Bending to the wind commands.

Standing fast to meet the water
Weeping, swaying to the tune
Of nature as she flows beside you.

Glorious guardians bless the shoreline
Poetic wall of timeless beauty
Secret rendezvous beneath your leaves

Rain blends with the tears of decades
Prayers offered to your mother
Earth her name who gave you life.

Someday let me lie beneath you
When last my breath joins the breeze
Emerald green will be my headstone.

1 comment:

Boris said...

There's something so ineffably sad and tragically beautiful about weeping willows and you have captured that well in this poem Lena!