The stream tumbles past
Happily babbling its story.
While on its banks
In a golden glow of tranquility,
The willow weeps softly,
Waiting for a chance
To sing its ballad.
Hiding under its flowing boughs,
Its shy personality,
Gently cares
For those that seek shelter,
From the weeping willows
Loving embrace.
puerhan said
Hey Anjuli, I’m a little confused at the ending of this poem. It reads to me like the the weeping willow provides shelter and care… but the last 3 lines suggest that the weeping willow is the threat? (seek shelter, from…) Am I misunderstanding or is there a typo or something?
Anjuli said
Maybe its a punctuation thing – its supposed to be that the weeping willow is providing the shelter with its loving embrace – maybe the ‘from’ should be ‘in’ instead.