I STOOD BENEATH A WEEPING WILLOW TREE

I stood beneath a weeping willow tree, it's tears came in great globs all over my face as I stared up, trying to figure out what I could do or say to comfort it. It wailed in great breathy heaving sighs, seemingly inconsolable. I patted it's trunk gently, asked if it would like some tea, tried to fix my gaze in a visage of kindness and understanding. Slowly it's cries subsided and it put a branch gingerly around my shoulder, inviting me in. I hugged the willow tree as tight as I could and tried to get as much empathy transfer in the embrace as I could.