The weeping willows bow their heads
As the lazy river wanders by
The tired breezes gently pass
And the daylight leaves the sky

A lovely day turned lovely eve
While silent drowsy clowds drift by
Oh, darling river wandering past-
Tell me why the willows cry

Have they seen inside my soul
Where my heart is torn and sad?
Do they see my tears, unshed-
Remembering what I had?

It lifts my heart a tiny bit
To know at least they care
I feel their presence, comforting
For my agony, they share

Willows, do you weep with me
as the darkness closes in?
I'm not alone then, not as scared...
Although my heart still breaks within.

This is beautiful!

I used to have a weeping willow in my yard. When I was a kid I'd sit under it for hours and wonder why it was so sad. It's really beautiful tree when you watch the wind blowing through it.

Thanks for sharing this!

I have two weeping willows and a crooked willow in my back yard
I sit under them all the time
Beautiful words my friend

Willows are the most understanding of all trees, when you hurt, they draw their arms around you and hold out the rest of the world...thanks lightand bayareagirl:)

Very nice

They scare me. My grandma had one and use to take switches from it. Things are like little bull whips.

Willows weep for they are a lonesome tree. There beauty is unmatched for their outer garment is full and flowing, shunned by other trees for they can't grow within it's sheltering beauty.

It is a people tree, loves the attentions of small children and all seeking refuge from the heat of summers day.

Have you done your part to thank this amazing tree? I admire them daily here and seek their refuge often!

A truly great homage to an amazingly beautiful tree by an amazing beautiful person.

As always, I admire your passion and words! Your passion with words.

Beautiful Trustingfate...willows are most comforting, I spend time under them writing a lot of times

A fitting salute for a graceful majestic tree. A very good write