Weeping Willow
You stand there alone; rooting deep within the earth to grasp the waters of life, yet they will no longer reach them.
Your river is bare; helpless now as the relentless winter approaches near, sending its winds of wrath, which give no time to prepare.
Your leaves fall in silence; may those branches try as best to hold you together in saddened ceremony of nature.
"Weeping willow...why do you cry?"
"For without my love...I will surely die."
-Domino - Scott S.
