There used to be many of
My kind
I am the last one standing

I have witnessed my brothers
Fall
My sisters have cried out
As they tumbled to the ground

They will be coming for me
I can sense it
My arms are weak
From supporting this weight on my
Immense shoulders

I have no doubt
In my worldly mind
That I will soon collapse

I am the only one remaining
I have become the Weeping Willow
My sadness
Is supported well

My relatives are gone
I shall follow
There is no hesitation in this
Fact

When I crumble
There will be no more
The Enemy
Has won

The beauty I once held
Has eternally been
Stripped from me