Proud branches droop,
as if the weight of the world upon your branches rests
Leaves trail upon the ground,
as if 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?
who is not truly weeping;
What are your secrets?
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