I saw a willow tree recently by a riverside, and was touched by it’s beauty as it stood there with it’s branches touching the water.
It seemed so graceful and gave me a timeless feeling.
It seemed so graceful and gave me a timeless feeling.
O willow tree, weeping willow tree
What grace your beauty casts
Your branches caressing the water’s edge
Would but this vision could last
You stand there and sway in the sighing breeze
Giving shade from the mid day sun
What secrets have you seen and kept to yourself
Tell me a few….tell me just one
Who was it planted you in years gone bye
Or did you just sprout here by chance
Would they have guessed this scene you create
With the shadow you cast on the land
Yet one day you will die and fall for good
Or get chopped down just to burn
Making way for this myth that some call progress
Will we as a nation never learn
What grace your beauty casts
Your branches caressing the water’s edge
Would but this vision could last
You stand there and sway in the sighing breeze
Giving shade from the mid day sun
What secrets have you seen and kept to yourself
Tell me a few….tell me just one
Who was it planted you in years gone bye
Or did you just sprout here by chance
Would they have guessed this scene you create
With the shadow you cast on the land
Yet one day you will die and fall for good
Or get chopped down just to burn
Making way for this myth that some call progress
Will we as a nation never learn
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