Under the willow,

you will find hidden secrets—

soft whispers, unspoken words.

Beneath the willow’s shade,

you may stumble upon what you seek.

Yet sometimes,

all you’ll meet is a shallow shadow.

A weeping willow

is a weeping soul;

its branches flow,

swaying in the breeze.

It bends, it wavers,

it may even be your savior.

If you linger beneath its boughs,

you might find something

that never withers—

your dignity,

your forgotten courage,

perhaps even your savior.