The Weeping Willow tree cries for us,
Such broken promises to shred our trust.
A once built bridge to run swiftly across,
Has fallen through, so falls the moss.
The divine shade of sheer serenity,
Covering up the eyes of tearful vanity.
So makes the human kind so very weak,
Drops the bomb, therefore, love is tweaked.
Banishing freedom from this clover field,
Filled with dew from the sadness, you kneel.
Bring back the souls of those pretty pines,
To grant us green thumb, so to shine.
Shining stars, twinkling, songs of pure,
Wind of sorrow, hush your wicked lure.
We dance in shadows of fantasy so fair,
With ivory tusks and that gazing stare.
Into the moon, transluscent sanctuary,
Love rewards, with luscious, ripe berry.
Breaking the dam, all wag-ed war is lost,
Forever the dawn, arising glory, at no cost.
The Weeping Willow cries no more,
The rays of sunlight beam from it's core.
Beautiful sphere of fire, above in sky,
Looks down upon earth, with unblinded eye...