Tumbling in a summersault of ignorance,

branches flow in the breeze.

Weeping tears of knowledge,

the willow seems at ease.

When it looks at me,

I see so much more than leaves.

Dozens of dreams, lives, souls..

laugh and cry together.

I laugh and cry with them,

as each apathetic face walks by.

But our tears don’t go unnoticed;

they’re carried by the breeze,

to places where malleable faces seek,

the knowledge and ignorance we weep.

 

Footnote: Written in 2007 during my freshmen year of college. I lived in an area of campus that ascribed to a lot of pop culture norms. This left me feeling extremely isolated and like an outcast. As an artist and lover of nature, I sought moments of solitude with nature. One of the only pieces of nature in the immediate vicinity was this beautiful Willow Tree… it seemed wise and felt comforting. It was a dear friend to me.