The Willow's Goal

Your purpose should be undeterred. -Michelle Liew

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As the young willow grows

Roots winding, finding their place,

The earth hums a rhythm only they understand.

They dance in the breeze

Casting off the weight of time

As if the morning told them something only they could hear.

By day,

Dew touches the edges of each leaf

With vows still to be formed.

The sun peaks, stretching across the sky,

Shadows reaching where she does not fall

For something just out of grasp.

By dusk,

The leaves are still

The moon now rises, takes the sun's place

The night now singing her rightful tune.

Here, time neither waits, nor runs.

The willow remains

Though the force of seasons,

Unchanged

She listens to the Earth's steady pulse

And knows her purpose is to grow,

Firm, undeterred.

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This work is entirely original. AI tags are coincidental.