The Willow Tree

Hello old weeping willow,

May I play in your hanging branches?

The summer air is hot

And your ocean of leaves creates a perfect jungle.

Hello again, old weeping willow

You look sick

You’re turning yellow!

No adventure today

I must rake your falling beauty.

Hello today, old weeping willow

It’s very cold and lonely out here

And awfully gray, too

Old man winter has not been kind to you.

Hello, my weeping willow

Aren’t the apple blossoms beautiful?

I see you’re looking better

Your green apparel is returning, how wonderful!

Hello old weeping willow.

Oh how I love your shade.

No jungle adventures this summer.

Goodbye old weeping willow.

I’m moving away,

My stuff is all packed.

I fly out today,

We can no longer play.