There was once a prophecy about a girl named Animia, and this was it: Once upon a time long before rhyme. Flowers, water, and trees will combine. To make a divine being for the morrow, but alas she felt sorrow.
I wish that I was like everything else around me.
Animia grew up as a caring and loving soul. She loved being free and filled with life. She wasn't like the other humans she caught sight of. They had things she would never have and she had the freedom they would never have.
At one point Animia realized she really was sad and she realized that she envied the other creatures on the Earth. So every night she would weep.
One day, Animia realized her sadness was taking its toll. Then she said something she would learn to regret.
Her wish was then granted by her creator and she became part of nature.
It was horrible for Animia. She couldn't be free or even move for that matter. She never wished for anything again. She was forever called the weeping willow.