Under the Willow Tree
Under the Willow tree
Is where I can be found.
Under the Willow tree
Is where I drowned,
In rubber stems that touch the ground.
With leaves so green and profound.
Underneath it's canopy, there is no sound.
Under the Willow tree
Is where I will stay.
Under the Willow tree
Is where I will spend my days,
In a mystic emerald spillway.
Where fairies and gnomes dare to play.
In my own Utopian fantasy bouquet.
Copyright © Rebecca Ann | Year Posted 2019
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