The weeping Willow was a charge of its own
Till the crying man found some shade
And the dancing leaves and their joyful babbles
Became the sorrows he so sullenly made
And the tree was pulled down in grief
Or at least from the view of the man
Two sad souls, to comfort each other
Till his grief had reached its span
When drier eyes could see the giant
And fascinated to project
That sadness had left his dehydrated part
Down the branches as tears collect
That mimicking Willow with drooping leaves
Perceived it’s newfound state
That what once was liquid dancing arms
Was a symbol of sorrowful weight