The Willow Tree
The swaying of The
Willow Tree's
leaves is like the swaying
of a little
girl doing an elegant
dance
And as its long beautiful
hair grows
down to the ground I
stay inside
protected by evil &
danger
Without The Wonderful
Weeping Willow
Tree life is like a room
full of red roses
and no white
rose
The Willow Tree is
the life
of the beautifully
sparkling
lake on a cool summer
night
When The Willow Tree's
leaves swish
in the water being
gently pushed by the mellow
wind...
I listen to The Willow
Tree's silent
song in my head &
I drift
away into the night
& fall asleep...
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