Weeping Willow

Once there was weeping willow by the lake It greeted the sun as day would awake Gentle and melancholic almost eerie murmur willow would make As it moved its leaves by enchanting lake Underneath its boughs lovers would kiss Sometimes birds would nest in those boughs enjoying shady bliss Old tales of ancient Gods willow would reminisce While at night willow made for beautiful sight towering over lake reflecting starry abyss But no one knew what the tree was really worth And when developers came from the north They cut the willow down and shopping store they put forth And there was a parking lot there henceforth No one knew that willow was not only place where bird would sing It was also place where great king Wrote down symbols and sealed the passage with his ring The passage was a key to everything The formula how to awaken a soul And how to awaken consciousness beyond the soul How to make time show its full visage and how to force it to ones control The look behind the apocalypse the final theory of all