The weeping willow has heard many woes,

Beneath its dancing leaves.

The weeping willow gathers them up,

And throws them to the breeze.

A sturdy bench plays gracious host,

To many a lonely soul.

A sturdy bench provides silent comfort,

When the loss of loved ones takes its toll.

A river flows beneath the willow,

Twisting around the bend.

A river flows whisking tears away,

So that those left behind can mend.

To the lonely soul sitting in sorrow,

On that bench beneath the willow.

To the lonely soul, I wish you peace,

As you watch the river flow.