The Weeping Willow’s Secret

In a quiet grove, where the breeze whispers low,
Stands a weeping willow, with branches that flow,
Its leaves, a curtain of green, so lush and fair,
A gentle giant, with a secret to share.

For centuries, it has stood, a silent guard,
Witnessing the passage of time, both soft and hard,
The joys and sorrows of those who passed beneath,
The willow’s branches, a comforting wreath.

But deep within its ancient, twisted core,
Lies a secret, a tale of love and lore,
A story of two hearts, forever entwined,
Beneath the willow’s canopy, their love enshrined.

Long ago, when the world was young and green,
A maiden fair and a warrior brave were seen,
Beneath the willow’s branches, they would meet,
Their love, a bond so pure, so true and sweet.

But fate, a cruel mistress, tore them apart,
The warrior, called to battle, a heavy heart,
The maiden, left to wait, beneath the tree,
Her tears, the willow’s leaves, for all to see.

Years turned to decades, and decades to more,
The maiden, now old, her heart still sore,
She lay beneath the willow, her final rest,
The tree, a guardian, to her eternal quest.

And so, the willow weeps, for love lost and found,
Its branches, a haven, for those earthbound,
A reminder of the power of love, so true,
The weeping willow’s secret, forever new.

For those who listen, with a heart open wide,
The willow’s whispers, a gentle guide,
A tale of love, that knows no end,
Beneath the weeping willow, forever friend.

So if you find yourself, in that quiet grove,
Where the weeping willow’s branches softly rove,
Lend an ear, to its secret, sweet and low,
A love eternal, in the willow’s gentle flow.

And let the willow’s tale, forever be,
A reminder of the power of love, so free,
A bond unbroken, by time or space,
Beneath the weeping willow’s gentle grace.