The Charmed Tree
Those with but a single tiny bud on their limbs do not weep the way you do.
Is it sadness? Or is it joy? The way your long tresses hang so low – you bow your head. Is it in reverence or shame?
Why do you weep?
Other life around seems to bow to you. Yet still, you weep.
In your eternal sadness, I lay my head next to you. I will weep with you. Cleanse my soul.
You weep for me, do you not? And for all others who ask? So we do not need to.
I see why the others bow to you that way.
Thanks to Renate F. for today’s photograph