The Weeping Willow
Oh Willow Tree, don't weep for me.
I'm safe and warm under your canopy.
I'm tucked in snug with lots of friends;
Thanks for your cover at summer's end.
A blessing on you for my burdens you carry;
You weep all year for the secret fears I share and then bury.
Your graceful branches sway in the storms and winds,
but never betray my darkest confidences on a whim.
Oh Willow Tree, don't weep for me.
When Winter ends and Spring resumes,
my heart will once again bloom.
A renewed and fertile spirit will sprout and grow,
bringing fresh hope and a renewed life that flows.
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