The Weeping Willow Tree

Taking vigil atop a hill, Crying its bright green leaves into the wind, They cascade down and writhe in the sky, Grasping at the air like hands reaching out, The bench taking refuge beneath it seating romantics and bookworms, Birds perch in its loving arms, Singing their songs and nestling their babies in the safety of its branches, This tree is the crown jewel of the park and is loved by many, Artists trying to capture its beauty on the remnants of another tree, Children trying to climb up it with their tiny hands and courageous hearts, Joggers seeking protection from the sun's harsh rays, People come and go, But the weeping willow never leaves.