Willow Tree
Sitting underThe canopy
Of a willow tree
She calls to me
The branches sway
In a gentle breeze
I smile at her
I'm feeling free
The sun is bright
And the leaves are green
The willow tree
Gives shade to me
She smiles back
And sits with me
We sit together
Quietly
So happily
And feel so free
For she is she,
And I am me,
And we are we,
And us we'll be
Here
Under the canopy
Of this willow tree
So happy,
And so free.
Poetry by Morgan Cellohead
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Written on 2009-06-11 at 08:13
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