WEEPING WILLOWS

This is the place where the willows weep
and the birds cry out through their open beak
where laughter and magic have left the soil
leaving animals and insects to toil

The green blade grass has turned to brown
a baby swallow chick has fallen to the ground
where the maggots and the ants make their feast
so what has it become, beauty or the beast

A dragonfly soars high into the sky
above my head and I wonder why
they told me the dead fly high into the sky
but it's the living that do, the dead just die