Bury me under the weeping willow
Let the tree cry you tears not you
Bury me under the weeping willow
Bury me here,
under the willow,
where roots twist,
where shadows fall,
where the wind carries,
old sorrow quietly.
I do not want roses,
they wilt too soon.
I do not want lilies,
their perfume lies.
Give me the soil,
give me the hush,
give me the weight,
of quiet earth.
The willow knows grief.
Its branches bow low,
as if kneeling,
as if holding,
every secret,
every story,
that begged to stay.
I ask for no marble,
no carved angels.
Only a tree,
that bends and weeps,
its tears falling,
like green rain.
Do you hear it,
the hush of leaves,
a tired choir,
soft as breath,
gentle as prayer?
When the wind stirs,
it whispers my name.
When night deepens,
it covers me whole.
Grief gives no answers,
only roots,
only silence,
only sleep.
So bury me here,
under the willow.
Let me vanish,
leaf by leaf,
shadow by shadow,
until nothing remains,
but a tree,
still weeping,
long after I go.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
I really like weeping willows for they are like outside houses, and one can disappear when entering through the boughs of the tree. Good job.
This is hauntingly beautiful. The way you've captured a sense of peace within such deep sorrow is incredibly moving. The image of the willow weeping long after you're gone will stay with me. A truly powerful piece.