Weeping under the veil of a willow tree,
Wind blowing like the music of the soul,
A sweet comforting smell to ease the pain,
Cold wet grass fiddles and dances with giggles,
The leaves of the willow blow in the wind like music of a violin,
Sweet soft music so delicate and touching,
Crescent moon watching,
Listening.

Rivers singing,
Fireflies find love,
Calling into the night,
For their one to lay by that night.

ten-thousand feet into the sky,
The sky gasps for air,
The weeping willow weeps,
For the tiny bugs that light its world,
For Mother Earth so close,
For the Sky so high.

Sadly,
One willow cries alone,
Watching clothed demons,
Organizing the death of Heaven.

~Rikku-MP~

(To be ignored...)