Echoes of the Weeping Heart

Beneath the weeping willow's somber boughs,

In the garden of sorrow, where sadness allows.

A river of tears, flowing gently through,

In the depths of sadness, we find our true hue.

A heavy heart, like a storm-clouded sky,

Moments of joy, fleeting, then passing by.

In the shadow's embrace, our burdens we bear,

A tapestry of melancholy, woven with care.

The world may seem gray, devoid of delight,

In the arms of sadness, we search for the light.

A profound emotion, a whisper in the soul,

A unique sadness, the heart's heavy toll.

Yet, within the depths of this mournful sea,

We find our resilience, our strength, and our plea.

For it's through the tears, in sadness's sweet song,

We discover our purpose and where we belong.