In the quiet of the night, under the weeping willow,
A lonely heart beats, on a solitary pillow.
Stars above shimmer, yet their light seems hollow,
Reflecting silent tears, in the moon's soft glow.

The breeze whispers secrets, in a language so subtle,
Carrying tales of love, and of struggles so brutal.
Yet, the heart listens, its pain becoming a rebuttal,
To the world's shallow happiness, its sorrow non-futile.

A flower wilts in the garden, its beauty unseen,
Like a love unrequited, a dream that's been.
Yet, in its decay, a new life will convene,
From the ashes of sorrow, hope will careen.

So, the heart beats on, in the quiet of the night,
Carrying its burdens, yet holding onto light.
For even in darkness, it finds a reason to fight,
In every ending, a new beginning takes flight.

Remember, it's okay to feel sad sometimes. It's a part of being human.