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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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