Sitting beside the weeping willow, they talk.
Questions asked. Answers given. Hearts shared.
Amidst laughter and even tears, intimacy reborn.
Weeping willow, why do you cry?
There is peace.
Always peace.
Drooping branches dance in the gentle breeze.
Sadness subsides amidst the quiet rhythm.
Carried on the wind of tomorrow's promise.
Weeping willow, why do you cry?
There is hope.
Always hope.