Please, weep not with me on such a warm spring day as this
Together the weight of our sadness
Would be to much to bear for the both of us, my friend
Though we be kindred in many of nature's ways
Still, this is not the first time
I've rained under your waterfall of swaying tears
As a small child you cried with me so many, many times
You were and are my silent guardian friend that I could depend on
Weep not with me
Through my awkward teens you listened to the secrets
Of one love struck individual
When my heart got bruised or broken from time to time
I would take refuge under the comfort of your hanging tears
Under your tresses that lightly touching the ground
Like the dance of a thousand faeries
Brushing against my face
Tickling me as the wind whispers in and out your tresses
I'd daydream of beautiful ballerinas
Each on point moving as the waves upon the ocean
They dance like sparkling gold Angels
In semblance of grace
Your touch would bring me back from my daydream
I'd sit for hours staring out over the landscape
So many times as a child
I'd run through the meadow of wildflowers
Around the mirror-like pond
Giving my world a glorious reflection of peace and harmony
Your waterfall branches are so long that the tips touch the water
As if to take a sip of refreshment
Looking into the clear water
I'd watch the bluegills in a game of chase
In and out the longest of tresses
I would laugh at their cat and mouse antics
Until tears filled my eyes
Weep not with me
Still, I would watch your branches sway in the breezes
Leaving me mesmerized at your beauty
Offering me a world of imagination
As I ran through swaying fields of golden wheat
Like and ocean filled with waves
Generated by the strong breezes over the rolling meadows
Please, speak to me of your sadness
My lonesome friend
I hear you whispers in a song
Sweetly to be sung
A visage bent, never to be broken, standing strong
Yet so very familiar are we
Your soul seems to be always at peace
My unspoken words will reflect your strength that is steadfast
You sing weep not for me
Often I'd sit and listen to your words upon the wind
Phasing of better days to come
I would thank Mother Earth for your gift of life
I am older and wiser now
It has been many years away from the home I lived in
You have never been forgotten
And it is a blessing to see you once again my friend
We all see the Weeping Willow in different lights
In meaning, in faith and in spirit
She is the "Mother of Wisdom"
I found peace under her waterfall of tears
I imagined she was a forever carousel
Slowly turning to the music nature conducts
When I part this plain
My spirit will be the breeze that flows
Throughout her weeping branches
Together we will sing
Weep Not with me.
