Yon weeping Wisteria

Why wandering Wisteria tree do you weep for me
I am perfectly alright here in my solacy
I do not feel afraid amidst the comfort of my books
with my colourful yarns and crocheting hooks
I can consolidate my loneliness
wandering a wilderness of woods
bedazzled by yon bluebells wearing bonny bright hoods

Days distance themselves unlike before this disease when everybody rushed around like frenzied, flying fleas
So your beautiful boughs with those perfect purple flowers can hang in happiness as I while away my hours
In a certainty of satisfaction cast your dripdrops to the mossy floor and Please weeping willow tree do not worry about me no more