Weeping Willow

I look out this window every night, I find the weeping willow.
Through the storms, and through the heat; there the willow stays.
As the wind blows its leaves and vines travel along and whispers.
“It is I the weeping willow that crieth nor for you,
but the horrible things around you such as mankind.
I here stand on a battle field where many lives were lost.
I grieve for them for those that can’t."
The weeping willow so sad but pretty as it gleams with morning dew.
I sit in its branches wondering what a burden it holds with its name.
Its droopy vines like tears but its trunk thick and strong.
Every branch like a shoulder
Just for you to lean on.
“I do not weep forever” says willow.
"Though you cannot see inside I am a living network.
I can hold a large burden. One that no human can hold
I hold the name of sadness and mourning. Anger and revenge.
Yet I smile with the warm sun.”
This willow whispers out in the wind but it cannot be heard.
It is just a tree.
And then I died, my heart holding many burdens.
My family as well because of the carelessness of mankind.
There the willow stood on top of that hill
Never weeping again because there my soul sat
Still in the branches of the tree whispering with it into the wind.
My body is dead, but my soul lives on.
Forever and ever.