Willow tree you seem so sad
Have your children run away?
Willow tree you hang so low
And shelter me from the bitter day.
Your branches limp
Controlled by the breeze.
Your branches soft
Move with grace.
Will tree, I ask what's wrong?
Looking weak, you stand so strong.
Willow tree, I lean upon you.
My days are long, though I will not stray.
Willow tree, you stretch over me.
Because our children have run away.
-Angélique Dawn ~ 1997-