The willow tree

Often, i sit, under the willow tree

hearing it whisper me to sleep

and as i lay under its leaves

i feel it watching over me

casting its shadow over my body

i begin to drift to a new world

when i awake i see the willow tree

and i see its leaves

and how they shield me

as i rise from where i lay

the willow tree whispers

goodbye 

come back another day

often, i sit, under the willow tree

and wait as it whispers me to sleep