There's a tree, I know. It's just around the block.
It stands the test of time, just like a ticking clock.
When I pass by this tree, I have to make a stop.
A profound beauty & grace, so unique just can't get enough.
Looking at this tree, I see the sorrow it displays.
How it's leaves carry a burden, of what deep human emotion's convey.
Sadness, confusion, turmoil. Each leaf has a name.
Calling anyone who can hear it, to leave there hurt & pain.
It's roots channel each feeling, and transplant it to each branch.
It grows, long, slender & silvery. Almost falling to the ground.
Outpouring love & compassion, knowing each one of us, still has a chance.
To change our conditions, nurture & remain. Be Still in our actions.
Replemish & start again. Just like the weeping willow flourishes,
in the harshest of times, so does our strength endure, till the end of time....