by Chris Butler
Please don’t cry
weeping willow.
The sun will come out
to dry tomorrow.
Drinking rivers won’t
drown your sorrow.
Underground, your callow
roots will mop up
all of the overflow.
So please don’t worry
Weeping willow,
I will keep your
wood afloat.
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