like the weeping willow <br />hangs low with with drawn bough <br />yet delicate limbs dancing <br />to a sorrowful wind some how <br /> <br />how flighty in majesty <br />stands her stature <br />even in weepy reputation <br />she portrays her beauty in a weepy way <br />as grand as the southern belle <br />her heart runs deep in fertile soil <br /> <br />while limbs sway in beauty <br />to see her standing tall in mornings light <br />you forget her weeping for awhile <br />when her branches offer comfort <br />from the heat of mid day <br /> <br />I've wondered since childhood <br />what makes her look so sad <br />and if she sheds tear drops <br />from her lowly limbs <br />remind me of the grace in solitude <br />and simplicity, for there is grace when tears flow<br /><br />Myrtle Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-weeping-willow-9/
