Why the Willow Weeps


Proud and tall she stands

Gracefully twisting

Her branches reaching

Fingerlike to brush

The azure heavens


Yet ever she mourns

And her vine like leaves

Cascading like green

Waterfalls of tears

Hang low as she bows


Still, she possesses

A mysterious

Beauty that can give

A tremulous hope

To a saddened soul


Sympathetic, she

Seems to whisper, "You

Are not alone, I,

Just as you, weep for

Reasons of my own."


The soul, comforted,

Should realize by then

The soft, gentle voice

Was not the tree, but

Our King and Best Friend


And, for this reason,

I wonder, perhaps

This is the purpose

Our Creator made

The Willow to weep