As I look through the branches
Dangling with elegant grace
I let my mind wander freely
Though it is still a race
A race of these thoughts and those
And which confuse me most
I lay beneath the willow
And admire her beauty
Then my thoughts slow
And I forget what is to be
I forget the stress
I forget the rest
I lay beneath the willow
Her beauty and grace amaze me
For a few precious moments
All I think is of her beauty
I am at ease
As the wind rattles her leaves
It's beneath the willow
All is for once right
Just ease and pleasure
As through the leaves I see new light
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