Weeping Willow
Weeping Willow,
why do you cry?
Your back is arched
against the sun
And you never look
at the sky.
Birds flit among your
sullen limbs,
You care not of the lover's
carvings in your chest
And yet,
you weep,
And yet,
you weep.
(J.S.S.)
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Our world