Hallowed Willow

This hallowed willow
Has purity
One that
I just don't understand
I find questions
Under it's trunk
The brittle
Abdominal
Textured
And mahogany

It has
An essence
Presence
A goddess
Of nature
She resides
In this tree
This elder
Whispering silently
As the breeze
Envelopes me

I watched
As it died
Mourned and
Listened
With my third eye
As mother earth
Consoled
Do not fret
My child
My sister
We die
So that we may live

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This hallowed willow
Has purity
One that
I just don't understand
I find questions
Under it's trunk
The brittle
Abdominal
Textured
And mahogany

.
.
.