The Willow's Song

 

The willow weeps her tears of leaves;
The moaning wind in heartache grieves,
Caressing silent willow's hair
That lonely hangs - naked, bare.
The broken brook runs swiftly by,
Catching the tears, the willow's cry.
Shadowed mist enshrouds her face -
A symbol of her tragic grace.
Her whorled eyes watch me pass -
A silent nod from lass to lass.
Forever she shall weep her tears -
Her sorrowed fate, years on years.
No rest she finds, no blessed peace
Until the whole world finds surcease
Of pain and suff'ring borne on long -
'Til then, behold the willow's song.