Old Weeping Willow

Old weeping willow why do you cry Your beauty is green leaves not blue Your roots a pillow from which to thrive As Mother Nature’s sun smiles on you Many a kid has used your brown branches To climb you or swing in your shadowy shade Many a poet you inspire romantic antics Carving heart in your bark or writing on page Your children near and far mirror you And some have been lumbered sadly Furniture and houses made as proof You must miss them being near badly Do you weep due to lost dreams Or is it the loss of your forest green Is it because man pollutes the stream Or you find no peace as we keep warring I’d like to apologize for our ignorant ways For changing your forest for selfish reasons I hear your song in the wind each day I cherish you at each every emerald season So you stand on brown holy ground It’s holy because you peach persevere May you live forever in our town As a preserved prize that thrives here