weeping willow

Cry weep my sweet willow, you and I share a commonality of pain.

  You bloom simple buds at the start of spring but find no motivation to keep them alive.  Sweet blooms that only I must understand because I watch them die and know for an instant you were happy ;for an instant you found life something sweet something lovely to taste, and the pink flowers showed how you had a vigor for life even if it only lasted the moments you saw life as sweet to survive. Maybe for a moment you fell in love and felt that you were loved and hence you knew you must survive but those moments did not last long.  Did your love cut you off? did he fade away? Did he promise to return and never come back? for as days pass along your blossoms die they fade into the floral dust.  Their ashes spread along the ground and you feel as a reminder why you never raise your arms to the sky why your never grateful to be alive why your never eager to wake tommorow why your always hoping that today will be your last day. Sad whimpering willow tree raise your arms and whimper before your days are too short. why is it that the sad live on? is it that they are too afraid to die an yet life seems pointless.? The blue sky suffocated you the clouds smother you and sweet brokenhearted willow tree how is it that next spring, you will have found love again and on time again  you will die hopeless.  Why is it that you willow tree have always a few moments of bliss to push you to live a little longer while we struggle day in and day out year on and year out life is monotonous we can never find happiness. take pity on the whimpering willow  tree for she recalls the days when she was happy and loved and that reminds her everyday why life is painful. Take pity on  my sweet whimpering willow who knew what it was to love.  hug my willow for tomorrow she will have received her wish she will never blossom again all that will be left behind are her floral ashes and broken waving branches tomorrow. when she fades out of life she will wish she would have rejoiced in life she will wish and hope for one last spring.  One last feeling of love but she will not receive it she will be a reminder for us to love no matter how we wish otherwise.  She will remind us life is sweet and not to waste it wishing you were otherwise. so take pity on my sweet whimpering willow, learn from her pink ashes and love in her moments of dejection