He stands,
a lone willow
watching, with teary eyes,
the downcast sky,
as fatigue pulls
his branches down
and tiredness falls
like leaves
upon the ground.
So tired
from achingly standing,
straining to reach the sky,
when his branches are tied down
with the weight of life.
Cut him down and his rings
would betray his age,
but internally they would
only fit one page
of his story.
The rush of wind and rain
make him feel weathered down.
Slouching limbs
almost touch the ground.
He stifles a yawn,
It's all he can do
to stop himself falling,
Gravity wants to make
him crawl upon the earth,
where tears have spilled,
but his heart still
has room to be filled.
Still the willow weeps
for just the briefest
fragment of sleep.
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