Gracie's Willow

Why the willow weeps - nature is appalled by the evil in the world

Gracie’s Willow

Amidst a field of clovers grows

A mighty green guardian, noble and bold

Lonesome he sits, sturdy and tall

One cannot help but hear his mighty call

A lost young girl enters his kingdom, she follows his song

The guardian has never seen anything so wrong

He sees her body, broken and battered

Her dreams have been shattered

Only to this child, scared and alone

May his humble abode be shown

He grants her comfort and love

Unaware that she will soon be called to rise above

So filled with joy to be no longer alone

He invites her to stay, but her soul has already flown

It is on this day, laden with rage

The mighty green guardian breaks free from his cage

The ground shakes

The earth breaks

He uses all of his strength to lay the child to rest

But he cannot bear to live above his unfortunate guest

Though he tries and he tries

He cannot budge from the place where the young child dies 

No longer so sturdy nor tall

His limbs grow tender, the clovers watch as they fall

Time passes, slow and cold

The guardian still grows, but his branches hang low

No longer a guardian; the green giant now only weeps

An unmarked grave, his lengthiest branch forever sweeps

A whistle in the wind, a rustle in the leaves

It is in this manner which he endlessly grieves

Author's Note

I need help with my poetry. Please feel free to give me all your criticisms!