Shallow Roots

The Weeping Willow had to go It shook its head to and fro The viiagers all cried Chop it down! Chop it down to the ground! So it began Like anything can The destruction of my heart And you, my dear, play a part Ripping my roots from the ground And you scream “chop it down!” Ravens mock your steady progress While crows simply make a mess Silver blood stains your clothes So that all may know You. Failed. Me.