The Willow

Beneath the broken willow tree, lies a girl helplessly Passersby look at her with disgust in their eyes Her shorn hair, her torn shoes and her worn-out dress All as she mourns her mother's death. But what do they know? For they are blind as cats in the day , But oh, there is the willow tree that shelters her from their gaze. She has not a dime in her pocket nor a crumb in her stomach But yet she faces the people’s cruel judgements She’d be alone in this world if it weren't for the willow The willow her home, the willow her haven. If society were a predator then she’d be the prey That’s what has come upon her, Ever since her parents entered the grave. But alas she still has hope for a better tomorrow Until then she has to learn to make peace with her sorrow Because she knows that this is the only way, The only way, that she can make a change.