While strolling down a river heading seaward I stopped beneath a sweeping willow tree And lay peacefully gazing upward Till slumber’s charms warmly captured me
An idyllic scene that seldom could be rivaled All round, nature’s gifts were freely poured And yet in the midst of untold beauty Was a strident note of sad silent discord
Oh, why weepest thou willow In this beautiful field of green What memories create your unhappiness What sorrows have you seen?
Can a willow yearn to meet another willow? Does loneliness drive your arms so wide? Does the lush, soothing facade of your canopy Conceal a broken heart, deep inside?
Sometime later I awoke in thoughtful silence Oh Willow, why does’t thou weep What were your sapling aspirations What sad and sorry secrets do ye keep?