The Weeping Willow

A tree sad and alone,
branches swaying in the wind.

I push through the slow droopy leaves.
I come to the strong wooden heart.
I reach for the strong arms and I climb.
Slithers of sunlight shine through the thin,
moss green leaves, trickles of water roll down         
the stem of this magnificent tree.

I reach the top at sunset.
The sun fades behind the mountains, it’s breathtaking,    
an ombré of pink and orange.
The stars glow as the moon comes out from its slumber,    
in a world of magic and wonder.

Owls fly and bats cry, kangaroos sing their lullabies.
But the willow sad and alone can only wallow in her sorrow.
I hear her sadness, I hear her cry.
I plant another to keep her company, to stay.
Her cry is no longer of her sorrow, but now it’s for a better tomorrow.