I sat beneath the Willow tree
And cried in sad lament -
The Willow wept because I wept;
Despaired and discontent
I lay upon the clovered grass
Enwrapped in fresh, sweet air -
The Willow wept, oh how she wept
To see me lying there
Her tears dripped down from branch and leaf
Then touched the moistened ground -
The Willow wept, because I wept
As there I sobbed and frowned
My love, my love has gone away
And never to return -
The Willow wept, oh how she wept;
With me, to ever yearn
She touched my face with gentle sway
Of boughs that bended low -
And then she wept, because I wept;
Why did you have to go?
My love, my love has left me now
And I am so alone -
The Willow wept, oh how she wept;
Then watched me turn to stone
And now the clover ‘round me grows
Beneath the azure sky -
The Willow weeps, because I wept;
Forever here to lie
The sun shall burn upon this stone
Yet cold I’ll always stay -
The Willow weeps, oh how she weeps,
For here I lie today
It's a sad piece but at the same time it gives me a nice feeling from reading it.
absolutely another beautiful and lovely poem..such a magical dimension you have created here..so lovely! _Soul
A poet peeps into places where light can not venture. That is true with this poem. Thanks a lot for this treat.
This is a wonderful poem very descriptive, and wonderfully well written! !
Wow! This is a beautiful poem, a work of art. Rhymes and flows effortlessly. A pleasure to read.
Another beautifully creative write. I had a Willow tree in my backyard when I was a kid and I remember crying because my parents told me that if us four girls wanted a swimming pool put in then the Willow tree had to go.....so the Willow tree went but I'm proud to say I was the only hold out! I just loved lying under that tree so much! Your poem has brought back some cherished memories for me! Thanks for another gorgeous poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad tone beautifully written and finely set. I thoroughly enjoyed reading. I'm drawn to this composition, and especially feel the spirit of it, for I have written one much akin to it, though I haven't had the opportunity to post it as of yet. Good job Val.