Repose

There is a willow tree that stands proudly in the middle of the water.
Effortlessly she flaps her branches and elegantly glides to and fro.
I think she looks rather majestic and intriguing with her pure green
arms that look as though they could envelop you underneath a rainbow.

Her viridian stature is quite enchanting to me.
Emerald eyes look across the marsh laced pond.
Limbs dancing and twirling with no care in the breeze.
Outstretched and accepting lanky arms.

The sound a soft whisper between turquoise ropes.
That seem braided by nature's own hands.
Seemingly shaking her head yes and no.
Long vines  woven with sparkling strands.

So basic yet so complex
this tree that in lonesome peace stands.
Providing you with a weeping natural fan.
Infiltrate my being with sheer calm and placidity.
Willow tree with strength exudes an aura soft and feathery.