My Weeping Willow Poem by Stephanie Blodgett

Look at the weeping willow
How low it hangs its head
You can look into its eyes
And your reflection seems so dead
I lay under it and cry
Its arms hold me tight
It always wonders why
There’s never any light
“There is some good in this world”
That’s what he always told me
Still all night I would cry
And all night he would hold me
Its here I lay under this tree
He always made it better
I’d stay here and fall asleep
He was my protector
So I’d float away and dream
Awake I’d want to leave and die
But as bad as it all seemed
In me dreams I would never cry