“Weeping Willow”

The willow is weeping
My troubles have bloomed
I slump and I sway
And for a while now
My leaves have been falling in June
The wind moves
And I loose
Soon my fruits will be old and cold
Although you may have already considered me ugly
For all the times my sadness showed
And it is sad to say
Because no one knows
And no one will notice
Until my vegetation no longer grows
No one will discern this change in me
Imagine
A suffering weeping willow tree