"Why the Willows Weep" by Melissa marie canaway

Oh, Where the earth befriends the sky
And little flitting Faeries fly
O"er the fields and plains.
Where streams and rills
Flow up the hills
And even lovely Hyacinth deigns
To greet you as you pass.

The trees all bow in greeting
Their ancient trunks a-creaking
As the winds caress their leaves.
The birds sing on
the age-old song
And still the willow grieves,
Dew-drop tears falling to the grass.

Why she sighs we do not know,
But only watch as flowers grow.
Oh, she withers now, how sad.
Who remembers her?
The one who kept the water pure,
And made the shade we used to have?
No one cares; Alas!

The willow dies, utopia fades
The dragons perish and all the blades
Of grass soon lose their sheen.
Unicorns have lost their horns
The Faeries gone, but no one mourns
If only they had seen!
All alone, the willow passed.

But when her flowing blossoms palled
And soon were lost to hallowed hall
Never to be loved.
So, too, did her lovely home
Fade away to musty tomes,
Read by those who pushed and shoved
To finish all reports en masse.

Yet "ere you see a willow tree
Their weeping shape note carefully.
No one cared then
For the weeping willow"s thoughts.
But her children are distraught
By all that came of Men,
And so they ever mourn her loss.