We’ll go back to the willows
And to our river’s still, no,
It’s constant as rivers go.
We’ll lend our laps as pillows.
And watch our water
Littered with new leaves
Wet on just one side,
It’s lit…a sun jewel
& you’ll be sunny too.
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this reminds of the beautiful willow tree by the lake it is still there i pass it everyday; watching ducks