Willow tree, willow tree,
Weeping so magestically,
Willow tree, willow tree,
Crying so freely.
How she can cry and still look grand,
Through harsh stormy nights she will still stand,
Rooted into her home and land,
But her happiness is so cleary banned.
Willow tree, willow tree,
Weeping so magestically,
Willow tree, willow tree,
Crying so freely.
Winter comes and harshness grows,
Her leaves fall off and her pain shows,
No longer magestic and everyone knows,
What the truth is behind the rose.
Willow tree, willow tree,
Weeping so magestically,
Willow tree, willow tree,
Crying so freely.
Terrific poem, you have amazing talent.