Willow Weep

                                                                          by BuddyBlack 2015

 

The willow

Tree

Is standing

There

Without a

Thought,

Without a

Care.

 

Anchored deep

It hugs

The earth,

No hint

Of laughter’

None of

Mirth.

 

It softly

Sways

In gentle

Breeze

That barely

Touches

Other trees.

 

 

With slender

Leaves

And branches

Long,

Its cooing

Now

A mournful

Song.

 

But why

So sad,

This stately

Tree

That stands

So tall,

And seems

So free.

 

What event

In ancient

Time

Now leads

Us to

Much metric

Rhyme,

Of weeping

Willows

Crying softly,

Bearing sadness

Standing loftly.

 

A contradiction

This weeping

Tree,

That brings

Such joy

To you

And

Me.