The poems of thorns

The weeping willow

willows live years and grow to be beautiful

so please do not weep oh willow

tell me a story

tell me my history 

for i care 

did the bird make a peep

did the flowers around you bloom 

tell me all my elder

for you my weeping willow have so much to teach me

when i grow up 

will i be strong as thee 

for i cant understand you willow 

you seem as to be a warrior 

for weeping brings deep sadness 

i shall no longer call you that 

i shall call you warrior 

for being as strong 

and to be alive for so long 

you dont deserve such a sad wor 

but rather a powerful one 

you saw the flowers to bloom 

but as well as die

you saw the bir fly away 

so for such a lonely willow 

you are the most incredible person i know 

(this is for the incredible grandparents and great grandparents who really have seen so much)