So I have a creative writing poetry class every friday morning and I suppose it inspires me to be creative, and share my creativity on here. I love to write poetry seeing as I find it as a sort of self therapy, so I hope you read and let it sink in and it becomes a therapy for you too.

Lady Willow

The resting tree tells me to feel her touch

So I place my soft palm on the rough bark of her body

I ask her why she droops with sadness

And she tells me her knowledge weighs her down

I lean against her and let my mind doze like many others have done before,

I fall into final rest and my pulse slows to a distant drum

Lady Willow weeps and whistles as the wind wrestles her delicate hair,

and then I was whisked away by the same wind that takes another every year