The Old Willow Tree Poem

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Beneath the moon's soft silver glow,
Stands a tree that's seen it all, you know,
Its branches reaching high and wide,
A sentinel of nature's pride.
With gnarled bark and leaves so green,
A canopy that's serene,
A home to birds and squirrels too,
The old willow tree, a world anew.
Its roots run deep into the earth,
A witness to time's endless mirth,
With branches swaying in the breeze,
It whispers secrets to the seas.
It's seen the passing of the years,
Through laughter, joy, and sometimes tears,
A shelter in the storm's embrace,
A solace in a troubled place.
Its branches tell a thousand tales,
Of stories woven through the trails,
Of lovers' trysts and children's play,
Under its canopy, day by day.
Though old and weathered, it stands tall,
A testament to nature's thrall,
A timeless beauty, ageless and free,
The old willow tree, a sight to see.