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The Willow Tree

by Rebecca Thomas

 

Under the falling willow tree

The wind blew through the colored leaves

Shouts of laughter rung from the past

 

I stand in the shadows watching the clock turned back

Under the falling willow tree time starts to crack

 

Our secret place when screams and shouts

Rang throughout the house

 

A canopy of safety, under the falling willow tree

The only place both of us could be free

 

I stand and watch the leaves crumple to the ground

As shadows fell upon the old willow tree without a sound

 

Iím all alone under the falling willow tree

I still think about that little boy wishing to be set free.