Sadness seeps from the willow branch
If a tree could cry
Every forest would mourn you
If a flower or butterfly
Could know the despair I feel
Every inch of nature would beg my mercy
Sadness seeps and creeps from the willow branch
For nature knows nothing of war
Or petty jealousy or success
Only of survival
Seeping and creeping from the trees
I have told him my story
An apt listener was he
My ever happy willow tree
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