Weeping Willow

Weeping willow hung with shame,
The green blur mane hovering sound,
The lovers markings laden the grass,
As ignorance walks by the shroud

Weeping willow hung with shame,
The sturdy spirit covered brown,
The ponderous man under the froth,
His tears shimmering on down.

Weeping willow hung with shame,
The strata and strata untamed,
The pelting beats that beat, unend,
The child fearing not of their aim.

Weeping willow in their way,
The wedge beneath the crown,
Betrayed by those it gave itself,
Streams warmth upon them now.

Willow with their hanging grievances, gone and dead,
Its reliance gone, the rhythm taken from the world,
Perpetuate your seeding plans,
Rise up! Up! UP! unfurled!