The Willow Tree
Sofie, Age 10, New York, NY
                      It sways downward
Like a weeping of sadness

Like glittering green sparkles
against the sun.
The tears hang down
But hold on tightly.
It looks ready
For someone to climb
Upon the leaves.

Not just any tree
It is a tree - crying.
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