Around a gleaming pool
is where the Willow lies,
With every breath it
takes, the Weeping Willow cries.
Branches so curved and
hanging blue,
As it glistens covered
in dew.
Each leaf so light and
coloured of a fern,
As some rippled the water
as the sun burned.
It shed some tears that
rolled down to the pool,
Leaving a steaming trail
that glimmered too.
Around a gleaming pool
is where the Willow lies,
With every breath it
take the Weeping Willow cries.
by Nishita Shukla
Grade 6, Timberlea Public School
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