Weeping Willow

I met a tired weeping willow,
                                Quiet and sad and incredibly still,
                                Rested upon grass green and a hill,
The willow sighed and billowed,

It told me to be careful with love,
For with it I could not fly above,
                                I asked how love could ever hurt,
                                He said they will love you then treat you like dirt,

I wish I had taken this advice,
                                We flew so high but now I crashed,
For you to leave; it took less than a trice,

                               You took my heart and now it's gashed.

I met a tired weeping willow,

                                Quiet and sad and incredibly still,

                                Rested upon grass green and a hill,

The willow sighed and billowed,

                And how I wish I had taken this advice.