The Weeping Willow

She always thought the willow was in disguise. Its drooping branches reminded her too much of her eyes. The way its leaves give too easily in the breeze reminds her of how she gives her love to men with ease. Just as the willow bends under the snow, stress takes her to a place far below. But the roots are strong and steady in the storm; lost in the shadows, but the sun will be warm. The storms will be brutal, and they won't always be fair; but just like the willow, Spring will put flowers in her hair.