The Willow Weeps
From the tall weeping willow hug my childhood friendUpside down like a bat hanging from it's feet
Soaring through the air like a kite catches the wind
If she could have took flight
Hanging from a rope dangling by her foot
Like a trapeze artist twirled like a top
Her small legs entangled with rope
Never seemed to stop
Me I sat on the branches for fear I would fall
She no fear at all
Many years we played on that tree
The branches got bigger so did we
Housing our childhood memories weeped
Grown up she left service bound
Never to see her again
I lost my little friend
In the war that was then
Now my children sit on it's branches
Twirling like she
Me I still sit in fear I might fall
Remembering how it was watching the children play
In my heart I along with the weeping willow weep
From the loss of my friend
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