The old weeping willow tree ?

Shadows shade a silence tho the silence is not still, forever at the beck and call of Mother nature’s will..but growing amidst this quietness is a weeping willow tree, in the heart of an old graveyard it has no yearn to be free..and it shivers and it quivers as it rattles and it rolls, shuddering in the Autumn breeze on all the lost souls..It stands in the middle of the ancient churchyard, like an old prophet messiah eagerly on guard..Attentively watching over what lies below, as loved ones leave pretty flowers as they come and go..

This burial ground is eternally blessed with yon wonderful weeping willow tree rewarding those at rest..as branches spread out bulging and bowed, such a colossal canopy from the copious cloud..they  do say that whispers can be heard within the darkness of the night, has death resurrected underneath this delight? Rest at peace amongst your mouldy, mossy earth as this old weeping willow tree shall blossom with all God’s worth..