by Keegan McMahon ’21
I grew up with a willow tree next to my house
I buried my favorite pet under it, a mouse.
As I grew older I used to believe the tree was alive
Its long arms sweeping down at me II embracing me in a hug.
The luscious long leaves
The green and yellow so beautiful, I was in disbelief.
A slight breeze would make the long slender branches sway
One time I thought I heard the tree talk to me, my sister said NO WAY!
When I turned sixteen the tree died
I was in tears and lost my stride.
Crumbling to the ground in front of my childhood friend
But the tree told me it was ok and this was the end.
Now a stump remains
You can see the weeping willows veins.
I see a new leaf popping out
I thought to myself, I am in doubt.
In the present day, it is a now a full sprout
Hello, my old friend, I have missed you, it has been a long drought.