Anza Engle-Tseng, age 14
I wrote this poem at a WriteGirl workshop about summer sounds and memories. Life is so busy that sometimes I just want to sit under my own willow tree and relax.
Oh willow tree, oh great willow tree,
unfurl your apple-green fingers,
unveil your brown roots and bark,
as I step under your shade.
Great willow tree, oh great willow tree,
uncurl your twisted branches,
undo your draping vines,
as I unclip my cloak to rest.