The willow weeps for humanity
Its wispy branches droop to the grass below
Flutter as they may in the slightest winds
They cannot stretch to the skies, sun, or moon
It’s destiny is to reach the ground below
Hiding within its presence the core of its being
It exists simply as a tree
It’s beauty like the artwork of God recognized by many
It’s sadness known to all
Why does the willow weep?
It weeps for what it has witnessed through the neglect of creation
For the people who have died in vain
For the animals misplaced by the over development of humanity
What has the willow seen, witnessed, and felt?
Perhaps, that is why the willow weeps?