Weeping Willows Weeping willows wails are smothered, They only wish to find one other. Their wails, and cries, fly through the air, But no one seems to really care. The love they feel will never die, When the wind blows through you here them sigh. For to be with the one they love is their only wish, And they say it with their branches, with every swish.
No, but I normally right sad poetry about lost love, or death. An exception is the artist. It's relitivly happy!