Grok The Weeping Willow Poem by Yoni Dvorkis

Joyous tears aplenty, in search of willow trees,
where ancient might has fallen, shriveled, sagging life and limb.
Thirsty seeds of sacred trust have scattered ‘cross the seas.
Seething words of wisdom sing in glorious praise of sin.

Where ancient might has fallen, shriveled, sagging life and limb,
the shifting sands of time have formed a desert ‘neath the roots.
Seething words of wisdom sing in glorious praise of sin.
Drink my loving tears oh tree; I labor for your fruits.

The shifting sands of time have formed a desert ‘neath the roots.
Thirsty seeds of sacred trust have scattered ‘cross the seas
Drink my loving tears oh tree; I labor for your fruits.
Joyous tears aplenty, in search of willow trees.