Willow Tree

Willow tree, willow tree,

Weeping so magestically,

Willow tree, willow tree,

Crying so freely.



How she can cry and still look grand,

Through harsh stormy nights she will still stand,

Rooted into her home and land,

But her happiness is so cleary banned.



Willow tree, willow tree,

Weeping so magestically,

Willow tree, willow tree,

Crying so freely.



Winter comes and harshness grows,

Her leaves fall off and her pain shows,

No longer magestic and everyone knows,

What the truth is behind the rose.



Willow tree, willow tree,

Weeping so magestically,

Willow tree, willow tree,

Crying so freely.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

the weepin willow criez..n yet it findz sum way 2 keep itz magestic beauty..then winter comez n it slowly turnz ugli..cuz the winter weather wuz just 2 cold 4 her likin..so she losez her magestic grace..n it clearly showz..just like pplz..we can hide our problemz w/ fake smilez n laffz..but when we it bcomez 2 much 2 handle..it getz 2 cold..we begin 2 show how sadd we realli r...

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Terrific poem, you have amazing talent.