Tale of the Weeping Willow
On a hill above lived two trees.
Standing together for the world to see.
The mighty oak; limbs touching the sky.
The delicate willow; graceful and shy.
These two lived side-by-side.
Sharing the land, the rain, on high.
Called the lovers by those below.
A better name than they could know.
Then a day of relentless winds.
Blew down upon these two fast friends.
The oak braced; his mighty boughs.
The gentle willow; lowly bowed.
After the storm only one remained.
Given forever her new name.
She had endured; sadly you see.
The lovely, Weeping Willow Tree.
By lugh
© 2009 lugh
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