Ms. Willow Tree
A Poem of One's Love for Humanity
As i ran through the forest of light
I came across a river sparkling so bright.
It was pleading with me screaming, crying, begging,
Saying please oh please listen to the story of the old weeping willow tree.
I looked over; in the middle of the river was an old willow tree.
It started to speak.
I am the willow tree;
I've been here for centuries.
This river was born from my tears that I cried for humanity.
The pain and the sorrow I can feel it down to my seed.
the anger and resentment never lets me sleep.
so I weep.
hoping and praying that Humanity may gain something called RELIEF.
I am nothing but an old tree but tell me did I help Humanity?
Ms.Willow Tree thank you for shedding tears for my people and all the pain they've been through.
we gained the feeling that you have named RELIEF.
For those who could not cry you cried for them.
You have lifted a great amount of pain from the hearts of my people.
So Ms.Willow Tree yes, yes you did help humanity.
In the greatest way possible you gave us a thing called RELIEF.
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