Weeping Willow

Plucked from birth, Meadow green endless of blue ceiling infinite. Placed, Tower high underbreath thirty flight of floors. Man-made stares hard beneath it's chin. Mist of concrete jungle, Implanted downtown mall. Political speak, Feel me good weeees, Thinking god about the environment. All to prove a point, One own agenda. Unobserved weeping, From the greenish leaves brown arms reach, Because entire reasoning missed. Never to be enjoyed enchantedly for it's beauty, God Pupose, Laying under shadow loveliness in daydreaming childlike.