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.

Aiden Clark’s “Tears of the Silent Willow” explores the poignant journey of grief through the imagery of a weeping willow, offering a sanctuary for sorrow and a promise of renewal.