Weeping Willow

There once was a little girl who often wondered why. “Why does the weeping willow weep? Why do her branches cry? Perhaps I could cheer her up, it wouldn’t hurt to try.” So the little girl sang a song that always made her smile, but still that weeping willow wept all the while. Perhaps thought the little girl, I could dress her up in style! So she gathered lots pretty ribbons and tied her branches up in bows, then from each branch she hung a single perfect rose. Surely, thought the little girl, this will end her woes. Still, that weeping willow wept, her branches sagged and drooped. The little girl said, “It is time that we regrouped.” She thought and thought, what could be done to make her tree stand tall, but finally she decided that nothing need be done at all. Perhaps her tears were tears of joy for all things great and small. So the little girl sat down beneath her branches fair, and looked around taking in all the beauty present there. A single tear welled in her eye and then rolled down her cheek. She was so moved that there was no more need to speak. Together with her willow tree she sat and silently cried, tears of joy, tears of peace for her beautiful world so wide.