Willow Tree It stands on a hill, lonely and cautious of the wind as it slowly but firmly pushes back the branches of the willow tree. It stands it's ground, roots deeply embedded. Birds wonder why?,as they fly by, why the willow tree weeps, for they don't understand, how's it feels to be alone on a hill, a beautiful view, no one to share it with. The moment the tree hoped, a little flower appeared through the hard crumbling ground. A snowdrop. The tree was no longer alone.
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