willow is a tree that hangs over and it looks really sad. I really like those trees but they look like they shed a lot. willows are so cool to see them in the fall time because they change different colors.
willow is a type of tree that hangs over and looks very sad. willow trees have branches that can sometime touch the ground. they are like slinky branches, they are not very sturdy. its branches would not hold you very well.
A tree that hangs loosely and sways in the wind. To me a Willow means peace and serenity. There is also a singer named willow that is Will Smith’s daughter.
I remember learning to climb a willow tree that was in my cousin’s yard. I had never tried climbing a tree before because all we had in my neighborhood where giant sugar maples whose tall, straight trunks did not lend themselves to climbing per se—the best you could do was shinny up a feet or two.
Up in the willow, so high that it gave us shocks from the places where the branches brushed against the power lines, we saw the breadth and scope of our lives stretch out before us along the rows of corn to the east.
when i was younger, I had these two neighbors, both a few years younger than myself. They would hide clear tubes in the willow tree behind our houses, everytime i see a willow all i can think about is watching the younger of the two fall.
The willow sat out on the corner of the property, giant and flowing down her leafed ropes. I had always wanted to swing on them, jump out into the lake, and swim off to the island. It was like my dream of flying, it almost felt tangible. But I would scramble up her wooded branches, and jump onto the weeping droops, only to fall back to the ground.
I always think about Willow as Salix (its latin name). Willow doesn’t seem to fill the billowing ballgown of the tree itself. Salix seems for exotic, with more movement, just like the curtains of leaves that hang over her trunk.
Willow tree! my grandma had one when i was little i would go over all the time. I had a swing over there and when i was swinging i would always watch her willow tree in the wind.
A willow is like a tree like that one tree in harry potter. The tree is really big and twisted……. for real. it’s actually twisted like the torso is twisted.
a willow is a very large tree. i don’t think that i’ve ever seen one and known it, but i may have seen one at some point in my life. i’ve also heard of this book called something about a willow. i’ve never heard of it, but it’s supposed to be a very good book.
When i think of willow i think of a tree umm thats all i really think of !!!!!! i dont know how it looks at all. all i know is its a tree and i think a bush
The swaying low branches that hang over the water, symbol of my youth. The age of innoscence and time long forgotten. Of hot summers by the stream. Of silent fish breaking the water surface. Of childhood.
willow branches. such peace hidden behind their curtain. I’ll hide there with you one day, my love. We’ll hide there, and smile as the world passes by unaware. The soft leaves, so many, like feathers cascading all around – our own fairy circle, a realm of another world, a realm of magic, and I know it is, I know it. You are beauty and love and live, and behind the willow’s graceful branches we hide and you are my world.
His form was willowy, sweaping and graceful. And sad. So sad. He looked out through his thicket of straight hair that tossed in the wind with eyes so sad, green as a forest pond. He stood slightly slumped – like a willow tree – as if he was so tall standing straight that a single breath of wind could blow him down.
The willow tree stood on a hill in the snow, a stark reminder of the past and the future. And the girl sat below it, crying for the past and for her future.
She’d never see him again.
She’d never hold him again.
She’d never be happy again.
But as long as the willow tree remained, then she knew that somehow, some way, everything would be alright. Even when the world felt like it was ending.
That willow tree out back is my savior. I had my first kiss there. I love that tree. I know it loves me. That is my tree, my first kiss, where everything felt safe.
williow smith is will smiths daughter she is ten and she whips her hair back and forth which is reallt innappropriate for a child of ten and everybody thinks so but nobody can tell her because shes will smiths daughter and nobody wants to piss him off becuase hes made the most films of all time ever and also willow is a tree.
i already had this word. i want a new one. i said harry potter. the whomping willow where the blue flying car flies into. and then ron and harry go to see the spiders. they “follow the spiders” and ron is a pussy and freaks out. soo… remember what i said the first time and don’t make me write about a fucking willow again. thankssssss. my minute is almost up. good bye now.
The wind was much harsher than I though it was going to be, regardless of how late in the year it was. The wind whipped through the bare branches of the large willow tree as I made my way through the wetlands of my sponsor’s home. Inside, I knew he’d be waiting with a hot cup of tea and a comforting smile.
The willow hanging sadly reminds me of places where itps peaceful – notmany people are = where you go to be with your mother and feel the comfort of her pudgy hand touch your back – where you want to cry – neat and tidy places…I want to keep this memory in my mind, like melrose place in tampa florida – dressing up to go to formal dinners.
Willow. It’s a depressing kind of tree. Which makes me wonder why someone would name someone else Willow. Are you hoping your daughter will be a depressing kind of girl? It’d be like naming you daughter “Melancholy.” Or naming your son “Bar Fight”
Willow smith whips her hair back and forth with a ferociousness that a true willow could never fathom. However, I have to surmise that, of all trees, the willow would do the best hair whipping.
the beautiful tree that stands covering its shadowy branches to protect those around it, its body stands bent, shading those who seek comfort as it becomes one, a part of everything, a whole, the river listens quietly as the willow tells its tale.
We have always had cats, at one point we had 5 of them. One summer my then cat Spice climbed into the branches of the weeping willow in our pond garden trying to catch a sparrow, slipped and fell into the waiting depths of water below. He never climber that tree again.
The willow tree stood there, with its long branches swaying to and fro. The breeze mildly blew across the lake, creating tiny ripples. The moon was full tonight, and shone in its brilliance. The white light cast a mystical mood all over the lake. The swans had fallen asleep, amongst the grass on the side of the like. The moon was reflected on the lake’s surface, and something caught his gaze. A red scarf blew across, and on the other side, stood a girl.
willow is a tree that hangs over and it looks really sad. I really like those trees but they look like they shed a lot. willows are so cool to see them in the fall time because they change different colors.
willow is a type of tree that hangs over and looks very sad. willow trees have branches that can sometime touch the ground. they are like slinky branches, they are not very sturdy. its branches would not hold you very well.
I wave no clue of what a willow is. It might be a noun or a verb????????? It might be something you do in sewing.
A tree that hangs loosely and sways in the wind. To me a Willow means peace and serenity. There is also a singer named willow that is Will Smith’s daughter.
when i grow old, i will plant a little willow…
The willow tree sways in the wind, Giving me a Pocahontas feeling.
I remember learning to climb a willow tree that was in my cousin’s yard. I had never tried climbing a tree before because all we had in my neighborhood where giant sugar maples whose tall, straight trunks did not lend themselves to climbing per se—the best you could do was shinny up a feet or two.
Up in the willow, so high that it gave us shocks from the places where the branches brushed against the power lines, we saw the breadth and scope of our lives stretch out before us along the rows of corn to the east.
when i was younger, I had these two neighbors, both a few years younger than myself. They would hide clear tubes in the willow tree behind our houses, everytime i see a willow all i can think about is watching the younger of the two fall.
They are beautiful and they weep. I would like to be buried under one. They are my favorite tree. Green and droopy, thirsty for water.
The willow sat out on the corner of the property, giant and flowing down her leafed ropes. I had always wanted to swing on them, jump out into the lake, and swim off to the island. It was like my dream of flying, it almost felt tangible. But I would scramble up her wooded branches, and jump onto the weeping droops, only to fall back to the ground.
I always think about Willow as Salix (its latin name). Willow doesn’t seem to fill the billowing ballgown of the tree itself. Salix seems for exotic, with more movement, just like the curtains of leaves that hang over her trunk.
Willow tree! my grandma had one when i was little i would go over all the time. I had a swing over there and when i was swinging i would always watch her willow tree in the wind.
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A willow is like a tree like that one tree in harry potter. The tree is really big and twisted……. for real. it’s actually twisted like the torso is twisted.
What i think the word willow is is a tree . Yeppers that’s it ! That’s all i gotta say about willow. :)
a willow is a very large tree. i don’t think that i’ve ever seen one and known it, but i may have seen one at some point in my life. i’ve also heard of this book called something about a willow. i’ve never heard of it, but it’s supposed to be a very good book.
When i think of willow i think of a tree umm thats all i really think of !!!!!! i dont know how it looks at all. all i know is its a tree and i think a bush
Willow is like a tree. I really don’t know how it looks like so i think its tree. Willow might be a pretty tree.
A willow is a type of tree with leaves and branches that hang down. So,it looks as if it’s willowed.
A willow tree is a very large beautiful tree. Willow trees live close to rivers. Willow tress are very large.
A willow is umm……… is type of tree. One is called the weeping willow.
there is on ald willow in my front yard after i was 7 i stopped climbing it and playing in it now it just sits there january -december
The swaying low branches that hang over the water, symbol of my youth. The age of innoscence and time long forgotten. Of hot summers by the stream. Of silent fish breaking the water surface. Of childhood.
willows are tree’s that are big..
willows are peaceful and pretty they are nice and big well not really big but big willows willows willows
willow branches. such peace hidden behind their curtain. I’ll hide there with you one day, my love. We’ll hide there, and smile as the world passes by unaware. The soft leaves, so many, like feathers cascading all around – our own fairy circle, a realm of another world, a realm of magic, and I know it is, I know it. You are beauty and love and live, and behind the willow’s graceful branches we hide and you are my world.
His form was willowy, sweaping and graceful. And sad. So sad. He looked out through his thicket of straight hair that tossed in the wind with eyes so sad, green as a forest pond. He stood slightly slumped – like a willow tree – as if he was so tall standing straight that a single breath of wind could blow him down.
The willow tree stood on a hill in the snow, a stark reminder of the past and the future. And the girl sat below it, crying for the past and for her future.
She’d never see him again.
She’d never hold him again.
She’d never be happy again.
But as long as the willow tree remained, then she knew that somehow, some way, everything would be alright. Even when the world felt like it was ending.
That willow tree out back is my savior. I had my first kiss there. I love that tree. I know it loves me. That is my tree, my first kiss, where everything felt safe.
williow smith is will smiths daughter she is ten and she whips her hair back and forth which is reallt innappropriate for a child of ten and everybody thinks so but nobody can tell her because shes will smiths daughter and nobody wants to piss him off becuase hes made the most films of all time ever and also willow is a tree.
Wind in the willows.a classic story. An animal story A happy tale.
i already had this word. i want a new one. i said harry potter. the whomping willow where the blue flying car flies into. and then ron and harry go to see the spiders. they “follow the spiders” and ron is a pussy and freaks out. soo… remember what i said the first time and don’t make me write about a fucking willow again. thankssssss. my minute is almost up. good bye now.
The wind was much harsher than I though it was going to be, regardless of how late in the year it was. The wind whipped through the bare branches of the large willow tree as I made my way through the wetlands of my sponsor’s home. Inside, I knew he’d be waiting with a hot cup of tea and a comforting smile.
The willow hanging sadly reminds me of places where itps peaceful – notmany people are = where you go to be with your mother and feel the comfort of her pudgy hand touch your back – where you want to cry – neat and tidy places…I want to keep this memory in my mind, like melrose place in tampa florida – dressing up to go to formal dinners.
Willow. It’s a depressing kind of tree. Which makes me wonder why someone would name someone else Willow. Are you hoping your daughter will be a depressing kind of girl? It’d be like naming you daughter “Melancholy.” Or naming your son “Bar Fight”
Willow smith whips her hair back and forth with a ferociousness that a true willow could never fathom. However, I have to surmise that, of all trees, the willow would do the best hair whipping.
the beautiful tree that stands covering its shadowy branches to protect those around it, its body stands bent, shading those who seek comfort as it becomes one, a part of everything, a whole, the river listens quietly as the willow tells its tale.
We have always had cats, at one point we had 5 of them. One summer my then cat Spice climbed into the branches of the weeping willow in our pond garden trying to catch a sparrow, slipped and fell into the waiting depths of water below. He never climber that tree again.
The willow tree stood there, with its long branches swaying to and fro. The breeze mildly blew across the lake, creating tiny ripples. The moon was full tonight, and shone in its brilliance. The white light cast a mystical mood all over the lake. The swans had fallen asleep, amongst the grass on the side of the like. The moon was reflected on the lake’s surface, and something caught his gaze. A red scarf blew across, and on the other side, stood a girl.