Vibrant green and lush
The weeping willow is silent
Hush, hush, hush
The weeping willow weeps no more
The weeping willow is keeping score
Like a new brides long train
A masked veil
Hanging down, a beauty within
Setting sail on a journey unknown
The weeping willow crouching, never slouching
No tears on his pillow
Only soft fluffy clouds
That billow
A parachute has gone askew
Intertwined in the tangled branches
Parachute all limp and torn
The occupant all lost and forlorn
With nobody there to mourn
The weeping willow gently sighs
As the ominous clouds
Command the bright blue skies
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