As the Willow Grows

Your purpose should be undeterred. -Michelle Liew

As the young willow grows
Roots winding, finding their place,
The earth hums a rhythm only they understand.
They dance in the breeze
Casting off the weight of time
As if the morning told them something only they could hear.

By day,
Dew touches the edges of each leaf
With vows still to be formed.
The sun peaks, stretching across the sky,
Shadows reaching where she does not fall
For something just out of grasp.

By dusk,
The leaves are still
The moon now rises, takes the sun’s place
The night now singing her rightful tune.
Here, time neither waits, nor runs.

The willow remains
Though the force of seasons,
Unchanged
She listens to the Earth’s steady pulse
And knows her purpose is to grow,
Firm, undeterred.

This work is entirely original. AI tags are coincidental.

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