“Willow Tree Its limbs the long hair of a sad girl, reaching for the ground. ‘Sturdy as an oak,’ they say. A willow is stronger. It bends to the storm. Harsh winds whip it, its leaves are torn and carried away. It bends but doesn’t break. It may weep but it will never fall.”

“Willow Tree Its limbs the long hair of a sad girl, reaching for the ground. ‘Sturdy as an oak,’ they say. A willow is stronger. It bends to the storm. Harsh winds whip it, its leaves are torn and carried away. It bends but doesn’t break. It may weep but it will never fall.”

— Emma Scott