Why, willow, dost thou weep?
What great sadness dost thou bear?
What burdens thy branches so,
That they droop like mourning arms,
Reaching for a lost hope?
Can nothing make thee happy?
Can none reverse the depresséd stance?
Why criest thou, thy leaves as falling tears?
Throw off the shackles that pull thee down!
Drop the unbearable weight thou tak'st!
Why dost thou not comply to this offer?
Art thou so rooted in thy ways?
Ah! And so I see, thou canst not help thy self.
This is a heritage, an inheritance from thy parent.
None can release thee,
And so for eternity shalt thou hang in despair. Ω
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