Golden Willow

A cute poem I came up with.

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In the soft afternoon’s gentle glow, Sunlight bathes the forest below, Willow trees sway with graceful ease, Their branches whisper in the breeze.

Leaves shimmering like silver strands, Dancing with each breeze that lands, Their energy echoes through the air, A soothing lullaby beyond compare.

Here, growth spreads through every leaf, As sunlight paints with golden relief, A peaceful haven where time slows, And the soul finds solace as it grows.

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