Weeping Willow Poem by Saint Cynosure

Strong does stand the Oak on throne,
stealing what it can.
It Iives and breaths for centuries,
by decades it shades man.
The Cedar with its pleasant scent,
so bosterios to the pine.
Smooth and soft upon hand,
seeths comfort when it shines.
The Olive loves what it can bring,
its symbol is for peace.
And alone down by the forge,
screaming out in creacks.
Bowing down unto the forest,
alone the willow weeps...