Fallen Leaves from the Weeping Willow

All of us, at one point or another, wish that we had not done something that we had done. Many a time, those feelings of regret come a tad too late. We have no choice but to accept the consequences of faulty or impulsive decisions.

Moving on from them, however, is easier said than done.

Enjoy this villanelle of the weeping willow.

The willow weeps, pensive tears

Over creatures that her leaves did not cover

Over countless years

The aged rabbit that had tried to hop, but limped

That she told to go away

Its painful paws hurting as it whimped

She peeked at her branches, old and withered

Knowing that it was her time

To enfold more souls with leaves before they weathered

She spoke to, next to her, another tree

About the aged rabbit

And questioned tearfully, "where can she be?"

The tree told her, branch raised in surprise

"Why do you ask me so?

She's no longer alive."

The old oak, though saddened,

Went on covering with her branches

With love for own branches, not maddened

Her old oak heart now gladdened.