Whispers of the Willow

 Beneath the weeping willow, its branches hang heavy,

A cascade of tears softly falling, mournful and steady.

Each teardrop weaves a tale of sorrow, etched in the air,

A symphony of melancholy burdened yet fair.

Beside the willow, a serene lake lies in tranquillity,

Reflecting the sky's serene hues with gentle humility.

Its surface, a mirror of calmness and peace,

As if nature itself finds solace and release.

The weeping willow and tranquil lake, an unlikely pair,

Their presence together, a harmonious affair.

In their union, an exquisite dance of emotions untold,

Where sadness and serenity entwine, a story unfolds.