shes as beautiful as a willow tree
yet she sits their weeping
mother nature gave her a gift
yet she truly beleavs its a curse

the wind wispers evil things to her
and screams for her to die
all she can do is wonder why god let this happen
what did she do so wrong

in the reflection in the water
she dose not see her beauty
she sees not even her self
yet another

she well never blossom
never to sprout a single seed
the birds no longer sing
the skys are dark and grey
and her soul is burning
with so much anger an rage
the shadows make her break with so much fear

the termites eat at her from the inside out
causing a sweet sickness
that trys to take contrule of her
leaving her empty and hollow
leaving her a falling tree tomarrow