I loved her because she comforted me as I sat weeping beneath her boughs, devastated by some childish slight I no longer remember. But what I do recall, what I shall continue to cherish to the end of my days is the certainty that she wept alongside me. Her elongated tear-like leaves seemed to wrap me in a protective hug; she was a sentinel, my tower of strength. On days of merciless sun, I rested on a fragrant carpet made cool and safe by the shadow of her embrace.
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In all the places I've lived, I made sure there was a weeping willow nearby. Sometimes, I planted one, sometimes I went in search for her in a neighborhood park or walkway. How about you - what's your favorite tree that seems somehow much more than a tree? :)
Loving this one, Tracy!