Weeping Willow

Was there aside a weeping willow tree Which graced a field of flowers fraught with dew Amid the dawn the bitter night now through A maiden rests where straying eyes can’t see She wore the blessing of a youthful hue Her hair was long and brown and flowed so free Her face aglow in heaven meant to be This flower’s beauty was a dream come true And by her flowed a pool of reddened dread From heart that has forgotten how to beat And eyes which saw this story come to close So there she sleeps upon her final bed And what had brought an end to one so sweet A legend only weeping willow knows