The Heart of the Weeping Willow
by Hannah Custer
I weep.
I sleep.
And I do it all over again.
I sit by myself on top of a hill
watching leaves flutter by,
And birds excitedly playing through my branches.
Nothing has ever happened here
And nothing ever will.
But what is that I see?
A cheerful boy and girl walking up to me.
I perk up my branches and call the wind over.
They are enlightened by my beauty.
Together a heart was carved into me.
They stay through sunset and leave near midnight.
I wish to see them tomorrow in all their glory.
Tomorrow comes,
And the day breaks.
I see the couple getting closer.
But this time the silhouettes are larger.
They are carrying a living nightmare.
Split!
I lose sight.
There is a sharp pain in my side,
And I am losing sap.
I fell that day.
Never to rise again.
The boy comes back to see me.
But the only thing that he does,
Is cut a new heart on the trunk of my tree.
I sleep.
And I do it all over again.
I sit by myself on top of a hill
watching leaves flutter by,
And birds excitedly playing through my branches.
Nothing has ever happened here
And nothing ever will.
But what is that I see?
A cheerful boy and girl walking up to me.
I perk up my branches and call the wind over.
They are enlightened by my beauty.
Together a heart was carved into me.
They stay through sunset and leave near midnight.
I wish to see them tomorrow in all their glory.
Tomorrow comes,
And the day breaks.
I see the couple getting closer.
But this time the silhouettes are larger.
They are carrying a living nightmare.
Split!
I lose sight.
There is a sharp pain in my side,
And I am losing sap.
I fell that day.
Never to rise again.
The boy comes back to see me.
But the only thing that he does,
Is cut a new heart on the trunk of my tree.