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
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