Willow Weeps | A 100 Word Story

#345 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

She pressed her hand upon the tree
And listened to it carefully.
It spoke of sadness and of war,
It whispered dangers at her door.

The willow weeped for what had been,
And begged her never to come again.
There was no saving this great tree
The time had come to set it free.

The memories of what it had seen
The people who sat upon the green
And made their plans for life—for love
Never noticing the tree above.

It shouted warnings to them all,
Don’t pretend—or try to be strong.
That which stands will always fall.