Often, we have wondered in time when things remained the same

how life never changed, until the venom of life took a turn

for those that we had endured.

The weeping willow tree comes to mind in those times.

As the trunk of the tree is strong as can be and the branch

can hang heavy with venom, sagging till the end.

However, the weeping willow tree has sparked my poetry

for good and for bad. The branches of the weeping willow

can also be there for you to protect and cover you.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have

A jamboree under the weeping willow tree?

As you read this very explicit piece of poetry, know that the

Weeping Willow Tree is heaven's jamboree.