When the willow weeps
The whole wide world weeps with it
Hear the many cries
Through the dense meadow
Stood a single lovely girl
Her hair black onyx
The whispering wind
Blew on this crisp autumn day
In its wake, leaves flew
With dark eyes she stared
The willow danced in the breeze
Playing its sad tune
Tears formed in her eyes
Although she had none to dread
The willow played on
No end was in sight
Unrelenting was the wind
As the day passed by
The girl continued
Finding no reason to stop
She wept on and on
Her worries faded
The stress of the day vanished
Through her tears they went
Her woes were now gone
And happiness overcame
Sadness in her heart
The howling wind slowed
A war of good and evil
And good had triumphed
“Thanks to you,” she said
To the weeping tree of green
“My troubles have left”
And so she returned
Day after exhausting day
To the serene field
And the tree still stands
It helps her through her worst times
When the willow weeps
