The Weeping Willow

She stands among the towering oak

The pines and spruce so tall,

They bunch together in the grove

And offer shade to all.

In Spring some flower, showering the earth

With colors bold and pure

In Fall some lose their flowery coats

To shiver and endure.

Some legends say that fairies hide

Beneath her delicate limbs

Some say that it is leprechauns

Who scamper, skip and skim.

Some say the ancient Hebrews sang

And played their harps so fine

And hung them in their branches when

Their songs they left behind.

I wonder if the willow tree

Feels she’s had too much to bear

Of people passing beneath her limbs

To leave their woes and cares.

Sometimes I feel just like that willow tree

When emotions carry me along

No matter how I fight them back

They seem so tough and strong.

I cry just lying on my bed

Or sitting on my chair

Although I search my brain for fault

They came from out of nowhere.

I sometimes really have to admit

Depression plays a key

I am sad and moody and teary

When I really want to be cheery.

I know sometimes MS causes me

To be someone I’m not

A shadow of my former self

Discouraged and distraught.

But I also have a strength inside

That often helps me win

The battle of depression

From that glow of God within.

He helps me fight my battles

Gives me strength when I have none

He is my knight in shining armor

He will fight this mighty MS dragon!