Weeping Willow
I wrote this for you my friend...
How the willow weeps
Because it is called a weeping willow
While you still have your bright days
Softly swaying in the breeze
You still glisten with the morning dew
No one sees how beautiful you are in the dark
Searching for someone to love
For this world doesn't deserve you
This world couldn't hold something more precious
You're a small star in the galaxy sky
But still I will notice you
A mouse in a box
With so much to say
You're a Shakespeare in disguise
But no one will listen
Still I will peer into your theater
And clap when the act is done
Still you're stumped in the ground
Swaing and glistening in the moonlight
Till dawn you'll weep
Until someone sees how beautiful your roots are
About the Creator
Juniper Daisy
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