Tears fall like rain beneath the silent willow,
Where whispers of the past embrace the hollow.
Each leaf a memory, each branch a tale,
In this sacred place where grief sets sail.

Underneath the boughs, shadows softly weave,
Cradling the heart of those who grieve.
A gentle breeze carries a lullaby song,
To the souls who wander, where they belong.

In the stillness, find solace, find peace,
The willow's tears offer a sweet release.
Let the mourning flow, let the sorrow speak,
For in the silence, the heart becomes weak.

Yet there beneath the weeping branches' span,
A promise of hope begins to fan.
For in the garden of sorrow, life renews,
And from the tears of the willow, strength ensues.