Weeping Willow Poem by April Braithwaite

Weeping Willow, how can you tell? When three minds are one. But one is odd. Sweeping along to an invisible song that only the bright can hear. The colours around you fade to dullness until no one can bare to stand.Your calming composure to just an idea.
Weeping willow, what do you think? When someone comes to cover from reap. Swaying there like a capture held by the heart of you thin leaves. Oh what a great story that would be. You blinking back at me.
Weeping willow, why do you see? The black birds above you leaves. Gorgeous. Lovely. Tragic. You are truly there for me.