Why the Willow Weeps
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Proud and tall she stands
Gracefully twisting
Her branches reaching
Fingerlike to brush
The azure heavens
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Yet ever she mourns
And her vine like leaves
Cascading like green
Waterfalls of tears
Hang low as she bows
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Still, she possesses
A mysterious
Beauty that can give
A tremulous hope
To a saddened soul
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Sympathetic, she
Seems to whisper, "You
Are not alone, I,
Just as you, weep for
Reasons of my own."
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The soul, comforted,
Should realize by then
The soft, gentle voice
Was not the tree, but
Our King and Best Friend
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And, for this reason,
I wonder, perhaps
This is the purpose
Our Creator made
The Willow to weep