Weeping Willow

I do not weep alone, the Willow weeps with me.
In a synchronous swaying of limbs, 
Weighted with Grief and Gravity.

Behind the leafy veil,
Mourning tears and Morning dew mingle.
Branch tips and Fingertips caress the ground
Where lie buried my Hopes and Dreams and
Memories that will never be.

Someday I shall return to dust -
the dust from which I came.
Those who walk this land
Will not even know my name.
But Maybe. Just Maybe.
The Willow will weep for me.

Melissa Peeler
Composed: 2021

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