Proud branches droop as if the weight of the world
Rests upon your branches
Leaves trail upon the ground
Too weary to be supported
I ask proud Willow
Your beauty astounds the natural world
Your branches provide shelter.
Why beautiful Willow
Do you weep?
Or do we see what is not really there?
Are you merely grasping for the ground?
From which your roots are connected?
Therefore they are almost as your lover?
Are you not so much weeping for sorrow
but for joy?
At being alive in this world?
For all those who praise your beauty and stand awestruck?
Weeping Willow who is not truly weeping,
What are your secrets?
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