Beneath the Weeping Willow… a short story

BENEATH THE WEEPING WILLOW

The wind played a lullaby as it blew gently through the weeping willow branches.

Transfixed upon its seductive siren’s call I lay without motion on the ground below.

My eyes were closed and my mind drifted onto another plane.

There, I was lost among wisps of clouds as I floated around my mind.

Tiny drops of sap or dew found their way upon my bare arms and face

And somehow comforted me in my daydream.

Is this the definition of Nature’s bliss?

I will never know as a distant reminder of civilization broke the utopia.

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer; View all posts by What Words May Come

Newtan says:

November 14, 2018 at 4:02 am

Wow your writing have real feelings. Well written. I love nature. ❤

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1. What Words May Come says:
  
  November 14, 2018 at 6:00 am
  
  Thank you, Newtan! Nature is an inspiration in all of us.
  
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  1. Newtan says:
    
    November 14, 2018 at 8:53 am
    
    Real peace. ❤
    
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  2. What Words May Come says:
    
    November 14, 2018 at 9:01 am
    
    Indeed! My wife said it was so easy to get caught up in the imagery of the poem. That was a sweet compliment from my sweet wife! Thanks Newtan!
    
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  3. Newtan says:
    
    November 14, 2018 at 9:02 am
    
    😊❤
    
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