I Know Why You Weep

willow, willow, why do you weep? peering out of the fog, swaying in the breeze. mysterious in your beauty, delicate arms brush the ground, making ripples in the standing water, the puddles down below. sun filters through the branches, light and soft, dappling the grass below. your a peaceful soul, shy and whimsical, waiting for acceptance. willow, willow, I know why you weep... in the shadows in the fog, alone you stand. through the fog your somber form is feared. 'stay away from the willow' they whisper. 'with its arms so low, ready to reach out and grab.' you just wish to be seen, how i can see you. so still you wait, with your misunderstood soul, for the day you no longer weep.