The Old Willow Tree

Her happy place is the old willow tree,

she can hide in it’s long arms of comfort

and let all her troubles melt away.

No one knows the age of the old willow tree,

not even the elders know,

and it’s heritage is a mystery, but she doesn’t care.

No one else visits the old willow tree,

but she likes it better,

because it is hers and hers alone.

She’s there, at the old willow tree,

rain, snow, or shine,

for she is a faithful one.

Ten years pass, and she’s still at the old willow tree,

for it’s the only constant thing in her life,

and the only thing she trusts.

Until one day, at the old willow tree,

she decides that it’s been far enough,

she can’t take it any longer.

So she hangs a rope on the old willow tree,

and gets a stool,

and she has no more regrets.

And there, at the old willow tree,

forever,

she stays.