Underneath the willow tree,
I'll weep out all my dreams.
Pressed hard against the roughest bark,
A world pulling at my seams.
Lay down in the cool grass that grows so silently under foot,
Pick apart my world with a knife, so shiney it gleams.
Play a song for me,
play it soft, play it slow.
Across the pond smooth as glass,
It's here I bring my goals.
Strewn the ground like pick up sticks,
I try to mend the holes.
The wildfire of the thoughts that singe my mind,
burn like red hot coals.
Play a song for me,
play it soft, play it slow.
Clouds that billow white as snow,
come tumbling across the sky.
Birds, so radient, so sure,
fly with wings soaring high.
Life, like a wind, comes blowing through,
comes blowing by.
Play a song for me,
play it soft, play it slow.
Tap out a melodie to remind me,
where it is I go.
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Submission Name: Willow Tree
