Weeping willow

Weeping willows,
Cry tears of sap while feeling sorry for itself,
there roots feed on blood of the corpses laying beneath them,
While that happens the petals grow darker and darker until there black,
During its crying session it loses all of the pollen that was embedded in it,
The stem has fur as sharp as needles,
The colour had deep blue faded in it,
It stoops over the ground,
Staring down at the petrified worms,
The trunk was so smooth,
People try to climb it,
When people die,
It grows stronger because there bloodshed is the willows power.