Weeping willow

The squirrel saw her run to the pond, to her usual spot beneath the weeping willow. There, she used to daydream and play with him and her other friends… But that day was different. She carried something the squirrel didn’t know what it was, she looked at it several times, and she was sad. The weeping willow’s branches moved with the gentle breeze, hiding her tears and sobs from the rest of the world.