That Old Willow Tree

That Old Willow Tree A place of solitude Down by the swamp A willow tree grows among the weeds Branches reach to the sky Fronds hang down reaching for the earth below Birds live and sing in her branches Shade loving plants grow at her feet It is so pleasant on a hot August afternoon The perfect place to just sit and think Maybe paint a beautiful landscape Or even an inspired poem Such a place exists only for the artist There aren’t many in our hectic world They have been paved over Polluted so that the beauty is long gone Or just lost to everlasting progress If you find a place like that old willow tree Love it and go there for moments of solitude Think about what nature has given you for that day Because tomorrow it may be gone And you may sit at the foot of a parking meter But it will never be the same