The Willow Tree
She leans against the weeping willow
and hides behind the streams of flowing life.
Her hurting heart quietly beats as her sobs
create a musical hum.
Birds hear her cries and mimic the beautiful song.
Suddenly the willow leaves brush against her face,
they rid her eyes of dripping tears and send
shivers down her spine.
Instead of weeping below the willow tree,
she climbs its lowering limbs.
She reaches the top and low and behold,
the world was still out there,
with happiness to be explored.
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