Willow weeping over me...
tears running through your heart.
Your limbs so gracefully bowed
sweeping the ground
with your woven-leaves
brushing over the sadness
that, sometimes, comes over me.

You are bent; but not broken.
You have given me the hope
that, if I, too, am bowed
beneath the weight of testing,
I will be found worthy to stand.

Willow weeping your tears
over me, remember
where I have come from,
how many new phases I am
going through. Let your woven-leaves
drink my tears to ease your thirst
as you grow more green, produce new life.

And, I will remember always
how you bowed your limbs
and how you wept tears over me.