Oh dear old willow tree
Your pretty leaves are a sight to see
As they hang in the wind,
So fair so free.
Oh the summers I spent in your shade
The days that passed, running in your glade
Each time I walked by, I saw your pretty leaves,
I never once forgot to wave
Oh as a child, I loved you so,
More than you, of course, could possibly know.
I’d try to swing from your arms in vain
Only to fall back on the grass
Like a drop of rain.
Oh how bright you are in the spring,
Full of new leaves, while all the birds sing,
Oh how lively you are in the summer,
Full of grace, full of wonder,
And though you are brown in the winter and fall,
Oh how you still stand so strong and tall.
Though they say the willow weeps,
Nay! I say, I do not agree,
For your crown of leaves is cheery and fair,
Like the song of the dove in the air.
Oh my dear old willow tree,
Your familiar leaves are indeed a sight to see.
“The willow which bends to the tempest, often escapes better than the oak which resists it.”
-Albert Schweitzer
Another lovely one….the visuals and textures in your words are lush and lovely and oh so spring-y!! 😀 When The Daisy Chain Magazine opens up for poetry submissions I would love to see your name pop up in there 🙂