I watched the weeping willow
As tears cover her soggy pillow
Why does she weep?
I dont know
the sun never lets her down
Air is always around
And rain quenches her thirst
Whilst the birds rehearse
A sweet, sweet verse
She enjoys it all
But just sees the curse
Of having to bear their wings
Whilst they in jubilee sing
Not understanding
That being forebearing
Will lead to bearing
In due season
And all things
All things
Happen for a reason
Copyright@Uonder Ac Kilkenny
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