She sits there by the creek, alone and lost <br />Small, fragile, and dressed in white <br />After months, this poor girl is still hurting so bad <br />She no longer has any strength to fight <br /> <br />The water flows in its gentle pattern in front of her <br />This young girl use to shine as brightly as the sun <br />But now she just sits and stares at the trees <br />A pale, stone statue is what she has become <br /> <br />Everday, she sits beneath the same Willow Tree <br />And every night, she sits in that very same frame <br />You would think she's forgotten how to move, how to talk <br />She's so depressed, you'd wonder if she knows her name <br /> <br />But once a year, you'll see her move <br />And you wonder if today is gonna be the day <br />But once again, she's doesn't improve <br />And she walks to her husbands grave <br /> <br />She lays by his tombstone, so small and alone <br />And sings her and her husbands lullaby <br />Then when the time comes to go back to the creek <br />She softly and sadly says her goodbyes <br /> <br />After months and months of her heartbroken days <br />Her time had finally come to an end <br />She passed in her sleep beneath that same Willow Tree <br />And was buried beside her husband <br /> <br />But once a year, at the right time of night <br />If you look beneath that same Willow Tree <br />You'll see her figure, still dressed in white <br />But dancing with her husband to the sound of the creek<br /><br />Shelby Renee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lady-beneath-the-willow/
