Two tall willow trees,
Gently swaying in the cool breeze,
Shimmering moonlight puts them into a trance,
And they find themselves longing to dance.
Dancing for the regrets of today and tomorrow,
The midnight air is filled with sorrow.
Gracefully moving their delicate branches,
The level of their overpowering emotion advances,
And as they move, they begin to weep,
Through those branches, the teardrops seep.
The dark night painfully watches them cry,
And swiftly moves her arms away from the sky.
A small beam of light shines down,
And begins to illuminate the forest ground.
The pain will disappear without delay,
The sunrise marks a dawning new day.
