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Weeping Willow

 

I have always been seen standing
I will always be seen reaching out
I am the one always seen weeping
Yet I can be seen lashing out

I give shelter to the morning dove
And wisdom to the lost
I will cover you like a glove
And keep away the frost

My promises are never heard
For they are never made
My visitors always leave
Never to return another day

I have no eyes
But I have seen too many days
Standing tall, I remain here
Prisoner to my ways