Walls Can Weep

You've heard of weeping trees
You've seen their saddening beauty
You've heard their soothing voices
How dreary the leaves breathe as the trees speak to one another…

You may have heard but have you listened?

They speak of houses…
They speak of beautiful houses
The ones upon Sorrow's hill
The ones who never fall apart
Their paint never even chips
Their windows never break
They are beautiful houses
They are sturdy fortresses

Oh how the trees admire those houses

Sad how the trees admire them
Sad how everyday they look down upon those same trees
Droopy leaves and peeling bark
Miserable
Beautiful
Pathetic
...The houses say

The houses mean no harm to the trees
They are not judges
They are not hateful
The houses love the trees
They just don't want to see them
The trees are too depressing
Their mourning distracts from beauty
We wish the trees gone

Chop them down

Although their roots remain
Deep within, sadness shall keep
Roots grow strong
And roots grow deep
Build them into houses
Where their walls can weep