A Tribute to Cordula
Ad Astra per Aspera.
Weeping willow, with branches hung low
Is there something I don't know?
From me, you don't have to hide
All the things you feel inside.
Weeping willow, please don't be
Too afraid to talk to me.
I promise I'll always be there
To let you know how much I care.
Weeping willow, it's hurting me
To see you in such agony.
Your heart may be full of sorrow,
But new hope come with tomorrow.
Weeping willow, never fear.
From your face, wipe the tears.
To yourself, always be true.
In my heart you'll stay... I love you.
-- Derek B. Brooks. Weeping Willow.
Copyright © 2002 Derek B. Brooks.
Published with permission.