Willow Tree

Beautiful, serene, the Willow tree stood. Its skirt of leafy branches flowed to the gentle touch of breeze. I sat beneath its protective enclosure, like a child seeking refuge in the folds of its mother’s dress. Here, I was shaded from the sun and onlookers eyes. The sound of its soft shimmer, echoed whispers from the wind.

Colour

Be beautiful always
even when your heart feels heavy.
Let sunrays of gratitude
pierce through your rain
and witness a rainbow
arch a smile in you.

Come alive with colour
painting life in vibrant hues.
Let your cascade of passions
spill from your soul
as their sounds serenade you
in a rhythmic peace.

Hold nothing back
of your beauty, blessed to you.
Let yourself radiate its fullness
through each humble stride
being the ease that pours over
downcast hearts.

Gather something
like greatness in your gait.
Let yourself channel faith
into becoming
as you participate fully
in your realization.

Believe in something better
than mere blues and greens.
Let yourself seek the full spectrum
that you’ve yet to behold
diffused throughout
the ordinary.