Willow

As the Willow stood there weeping I wiped my teary eyes for reality was in front of me that went unrecognized. The truth is fairly simple, why before I could not see? The sadness of the Willow was the life of the tree. It never had a choice from the moment of it’s seed, to reach it’s branches to heaven was an endless achying need. Yet it did not crumble, did not fall, or wilt into the ground. It stood there in all it’s beauty waiting to be found.

For all those who struggle for their beauty to be seen.

Sherrie Kleinholz