Weeping Willow

On this day the willow weeps,
On this day I know why.
No one knows the secret it keeps
That's causing it to die.

Beaten by its beautiful neighbors,
This beast must cope.
Trying to match the others,
There is no hope.

With fingers swooping low,
It reaches for a hand to hold,
Anything to soften each blow.
Oblivious to its own heart of gold.

Born to lead, raised to fail.
It's fortress, dissected and broken.
Desperately searching for strength to prevail
All this, done by words unspoken.

Their glares burn like fire,
But the willow must live on.
For they will never retire.
It will go on and on.

On this day the willow weeps,
On this day I know why.