The tears that I shed by this willow tree falls to the soil beneath my feet. The sunflowers it sprouts calls to me a gentle crow. It fills its belly with the seeds that grow. I wallow in my anger so vicious and furious. I watch it fly off in the wind that flows west. Not once did it ever wish me the best. I call to the sun for a light to hold. It sends down a beam in a gentle caress. No sooner than it landed its snatched by a cloud. One so greedy it wept in the sky. Its tears drenched me in a pitiful sorrow. The tree umbrellas me as its companion. I watch as its leaves drip past my head. A little smile forms from cheek to cheek. As the crow returns, I close my eyes and sleep.
