The Willow Tree

A weeping willow is alone outside Was it happy I couldn’t decide Its trunk was thick and massively tall But its weeping leaves almost made it look small It sat in the woods behind my house Its only company was a small mouse It seemed to whisper secret truths About what it had seen through its youth It’s been around longer than four generations Being one of the oldest creations My elders say mind what you do Because if you don’t it’ll tell on you It keeps a big watchful eye On those who mess around and spy I like to call it my hidden knight That is as pure as any shinning light If you sit beneath it you’ll hear its song Making you feel as if you belong You can watch its leaves sway Dancing in its own special way The day I hear this willow weep I will feel my pain go down deep For this willow is a big friend of mine Who I hope will always be fine So now I sit up in my room waiting for it to go dark soon I’m waiting for the sun to break free So I can say hello to the willow tree written by my twin sister (Phoenix Szentesi) and I