“What the Willow Sees” Down By the steady waters of the “Old Willows Inn” There lies a mystery from a painful night Water washes and mixes with the blood of a shameful woman And not one witness was there to behold the sight The autumn leaves tumble in the wind and bring upon a new day Nature covers the bitter steps once taken in distress An echoing of screams hushed by years of rain washes away As the will of a higher power looks down and decides what is best On the rickety old docks is where it all happened Where the jealous and devious came to know one another Where a crime of passion was wrongfully committed But scarcely does any one remember, all these years later Save one soul, a mere shadow of a man; that now looks down at the lake Weathered from years of searching and tired by his travel Searching for the end to a mystery, searching for his old companions sake A mystery that can only be told through the eyes of the old willow For throughout these years she has seen the changing of summer to winter She sees the death of the old, and the mystery she hides within This is why she weeps, for the death of this mans heart, and nature concurs She sees so much throughout the ages, and remembers this poor girls hand The weeping willow cannot express in the spoken languages known Only through her depressed branches that sway in the wind A language that is only spoken by those who are doomed to be alone So as she would try to intervene, she cannot express what she intends This man shall never have his resolution, just an unsolvable crime The tears he feels now will soon pass, soon fade with age But she will still remain, branches swaying, for the rest of time