The “Weeping Willow” tree—
in Spring, I’d like to see!
Its name may sound so sad,
Somehow, it makes me glad!
Swaying gracefully on its frame
As pretty as dancing rain,
Raindrops flow down just like tears
Touching the ground till it’s clear.
Under the branches of a Willow tree,
As if you’re trapped
but, never want to be free!
Drooping branches of the Willow tree
Sweet kisses on your cheeks—they never miss thee!
As you lie down under a Willow tree,
close your eyes, wait and see—
Listen to the sound of the swaying branches,
against the gentle wind as it catches—
An orchestra of mesmerizing breeze
It penetrates the soul—what an utter peace!