Off by the river bend,

The willow bends her weeping head.

The vibrant green of her leaves,

Nothing but a bitter brown.

She weeps at the loss of her heart,

She weeps for the rings of knowledge.

She is saddened by the hole,

Left by the ravages of something wild.

Her leaves fall to the ground,

Like a never ending stream of tears.

Perhaps, she weeps because she was born broken,

Ridged and bowed by the waters edge.

Perhaps the merriment of life around her,

Is too much for one as immobile as she to comprehend.

She can't Really be sure,

She just knows it never ends.

Off by the river bend,

The willow bends her weeping head.