Weeping Willow Poem by Mathew Sutter

You come across a girl,
Underneath a willow.
Her dark hair covers her face,
But you can tell she is crying.

You hear her weep,
Agonizing, Painful cries and the willow,
Weeps with her.
To cover her and protect her from the world,
It begins to bend its trunk to the side.

Her cries become less painful but still stab you in the heart,
Everytime you hear her scream in a painless agony.
You slowly walk over to the willow,
But the willow continues to bend,
And her cries become less shrill.

You run as she begins to become silent,
You arrive to where she was a moment ago,
But she is no longer there.
All that remained was a carved in heart,
On the trunk of the willow.
It was cracked in the middle,
And a dark sap ran from it.

So this is how the willow wept for the first time.
Don't you wish we all had our own weeping willow?