Once I was a willow, growing at the side of a river just where it emptied into the sea. I trailed my bright leaves in the flowing water while wind murmured through my branches. Many beings passed their lifetimes beneath my reaching arms, but to me it went as moments. I borrowed salt from the ocean for my tears, drinking it through my roots only to return it to the waves.
Almost makes me wish I were a tree. Beautiful words, Deva. Blessings to you…
Thanks! I really liked this idea.