Willow Tree Poem by Pamela lutwyche

I am sitting under a willow tree
The sun is shining bright
The birds are all in flowing song
My mind starts to take flight

I'm on a magic carpet, flying in the sky
All the clouds are like big fluffy marshmallows
Which are all hung and floating way up high.
I sail past the moon, he is smiling down at me
He gives me a wink and I wave a hand hello
Then I go back to sit under the
Willow tree and sun is shining bright.