Wisdom of the Weeping Willow Tree

Much wisdom,

the weeping willow gave me,

in the summers,

that it flourished,

in a strange garden.


“There is no death”,

only the procession,

from garden to garden,

from valley to valley.


Past weeping willows,

on flowing river banks,

past red poppy fields,

over the mountains of sorrow,

past childhood valleys,

around the deep and mysterious,

wishing well.


Just sit beneath me,

said the weeping willow,

close your eyes,

sit back and dream your best dreams

and soon you will be,

beyond the rainbow –

in a garden paradise.


You’ll be smiling,

as you put your worldly clothes aside,

eternity’s wreath,

the angle holds in his hand,

he’ll lead you to a table,

where freshly baked bread –

is divided among the souls.


Soft like a cloud,

he’ll lean over you

and then you’ll hear –

soft whispers of friendship.


Till then you must begin,

to weave your eternity wreath,

blossom by blossom,

till one day it will be done

and the angel will then come,

to take you to a peaceful garden.


Until then your life is your own,

seek wisdom from me,

sit beneath me in the shade,

whenever you are weary,

I will make you smile again

and through life you’ll go dancing.

Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

8 thoughts on “Wisdom of the Weeping Willow Tree

  • August 13, 2017 at 8:54 AM

    I’ve always been awe stuck by the Weeping Willow tree, how it bends and hangs with long tentacles of outreaching branches. They provide such peace and shade for our souls, I’ve sat under them from time to time, opened a book and read under it’s comfortable shade. Your visuals and colorful verse perfectly gave life to this majestic beauty of nature. Well penned Rasma.

    • August 14, 2017 at 4:41 AM

      Thank you Vincent. I’ve always felt that when a weeping willow is particularly full that just by spreading apart its branches to walk beneath is like walking into a fantasy world all green and wonderful.

  • August 13, 2017 at 10:16 PM

    Just lovely Rasma, and I too connect like this to nature and particularly trees. They whisper truths and wisdom for they live long, they share and understand their world far better than we. This is heartfelt and evocative and and so emotive as to our place within life. great work.

  • August 15, 2017 at 1:04 PM


    A beautiful and softly-sad poem, is this. There was a Weeping Willow tree in the yard of the house where I was raised as a young child. I understood why it weeped so. But, it is happy, now, dancing in the breeze.

    Your poem is nostalgic for me, and stirs my emotions because it is written with much depth, and lovely detail.

    Thank you

  • August 15, 2017 at 3:41 PM

    This poem is so beautiful, Rasma. I have long believed the Willow has mystical and magic powers, along with the moon and water (my element), the Willow enhances the essence of love in our lives. I used to weave wreaths from the delicate branches of the Willow. My Irish father used to say I must have been a Celtic faerie at one time, living in a Willow tree . Lovely poem. Thank you for writing this piece.


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