My weeping willow last Summer and same tree this Summer. I think it’s dead. I planted it from a twig. Makes me sad. But one day all will be different.
Then he showed me a river of the water of life, clear as crystal, coming from the throne of God and of the Lamb, in the middle of its street. On either side of the river was the tree of life, bearing twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit every month; and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
Revelation 22:1,2 NASB revised.