Caje Auchard, Weeping Willow

Weeping Willow So hopeless and alone Your leaves as tears Naked branches and bare bark Spine bent and broken The wind unrelenting against your poor form

Weeping Willow Once a beauty of green Lavish leaves flowing free Your hide as tough as your wit Spending your days in the sun Standing firm with your perfect form

Weeping Willow What will you become A splinter in the hand of man The history in which they write Kindling for the weary Or death for the undead

Weeping Willow What fever burns your leaves And ashes your roots The fire that fuels you so And burns bright for all to see For if you fall, will they be there to hear

Weeping Willow Do you speak Or even care To hear my query Do my words fall upon deaf ears Or eyes that cannot see

Weeping Willow Wipe the salt from your eyes And open them wide Bend your ear For I have wisdom to share What better a gift to give

Weeping Willow You listen now Though it may not be kind Your pain is nature And strife is living Yet do not turn

Weeping Willow We all have a story to share Spread it among your leaves And let it flow to the wind Let your tears nourish its message And your roots reach others

Weeping Willow You are not alone Others weep as you do Let your leaves brush their feet Open their eyes And bend their ears

Weeping Willow Now they see you And hear your cries Go unto them Mingle and flourish And begin life anew