Why the Willow weeps

The Willow weeped, alone and sad, staring at the lake,

Wishing he had feet to dance, wishing well his sake.

He longed to mimic swaying steps, himself but just a tree,

He longed to mimic dancing, but it was not to be.

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So the Willow long did wait, for dancing swaying feet,

Alone he stood a waiting, merry part and merry meet.

Many others called him foolish, wanting just to dance,

But they had never dreamt, how it was to one-day prance.

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Come night come day, you’d find that Willow wishing there

Standing, swaying, waving, stopping but to stare,

For though the Willow wanted, what a Willow really shouldn’t

The lonely Willow knew, that get it, he just wouldn’t.

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But his hope was like a springtime bulb, blooming once a year,

Though dormant throughout winter, it comes, so never fear.

So the Willow lived in hope, his whole undancing days,

That one-day, just that once, he’d dance beneath the rays.

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So when that weeping Willow, waved and swayed his last,

I would like to think, his life was not yet past.

Perhaps his soul leapt to the air, flying with a beat

To dwell in someone else’s life, someone else with feet.