The Weeping Willow

If you want to know the heartfelt feelings of a tree, this is the story for you. The Weeping Willow was no ordinary tree, she stood tall, as she watched over the bite-size town of Cove Valley.  Her long leaves brush against the green grass as the wind comes pouring through, to the right of the tree was a running stream of beautiful clear water, with fish dancing around one another, while she was surrounded by pure beauty, to the left of her was pure monstrosity. Cove Valley was home to a widespread lumber company, that sat to the left of this majestic willow tree, which happened to be the last tree standing in town. This willow tree has watched over the town for years, upon years, bringing comfort to whom might have sat below. The once-beaming tree of green has begun to weep, not because she is old or sick, but because she can feel, she can feel the hatred enclosing around her. This tree is weeping. She is weeping again for the once beautiful piece of land, with birds chirping when the morning sun rises, the warmth in the air, but yet now she does not stand tall, not even standing at all.