Like the weeping willow, I will bend to the earth. I will cry and I will ache into the wind.
Though you have betrayed me one thousand times and denied me thousands more, you cannot chop me down to the ground, head over ankles.
I am infinite rings around you.
I may bend, but you will not break me. Do not mistake my undoing for falling apart. Do not think my tears are weak, as water feeds me.
From this water, I will grow lush and leafy green, pigmented perfectly, season after season, while your parched heart withers as dust in the corners of your unseeing eyes.