There it stands. Weeping, moping. Like the lone ranger secretly longing for a partner. It is the epitome of the lonely soul. We all know this tree. We have all seen it. It is the kid that never gets picked on any teams when the other kids play sports. It is the man who sits alone knowing he cannot return to normality because he lost everything he ever had. He is the one in the corner, praying for a better life. Just trying to slip through the days as quickly as possible. Constantly craving care and compassion. Craving for a companion. Wanting to laugh, shout, scream. But all he can do is weep. For he is the weeping willow, hoping one day his long, drooping face will be swept up by the wind, and he can become a tall, proud pine tree. That day will come. And it will be a beautiful one.