The Weeping Willow

In a park I loved when I was young, there stood a mighty tree;

I’d visit it almost every day, and it always spoke to me!

Its words came from the willows long, blowing gently in the wind;

They’d sung the songs of happiness, two centuries, since their begin!

Sometimes I’d climb up on its limbs, so sturdy and so strong;

I’d sit there to pass some time away, and listen to its songs!

I always felt so safe up there, for I knew the willow well;

And if I shared with it my secrets true, I knew it would not tell!

The years passed by and I grew up, it was time to say goodbye;

I went out to the willow tree, and we both began to cry!

I promised to come back some day, to hear it sing again;

With one last kiss we parted ways, I vowed my love not end!

Ten years would pass; I was gone away, before I could return;

When I went to see the willow tree, my heart began to churn!

Where it once stood proud, was a parking lot, they’d made my great tree die;

And then I felt a gentle breeze, and I heard the willow cry!