'Willow Weep', a poem by buddyblack

'Willow Weep'

A poem by buddyblack

 

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,

It's 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.