Weeping Willow

She stands up yet with her head down
Facing away from the world looking toward the ground

Her hair waves in the wind
Feeling ripped apart and trying to mend

She cries constantly for that’s how she got her name
No use in trying to help she will forever remain the same

Her body rough and dry
No fire in her eye

Her name is willow could u guess
Poor Weeping willow the girl is a mess