Under the Willow

I stand waiting for you

under the old willow tree

as its leaves and flowers bloom.

Birds flock around singing their tune

as I stand waiting for you

under the old willow.

The sun shines down as the

blistering heat dries my tongue

and I can no longer sing your name

with the birds fluttering above

as I stand waiting for you

under the old willow.

The tree’s leaves yellow

as a cool wind blows

through its branches.

The dying leaves fall onto me

as I stand waiting for you

under the old willow.

The sky grays as a soft snow falls

and the birds cease singing

flying away until the flowers bloom

leaving me alone in the cold

as I stand waiting for you

under the old willow.

Knowing you will never come

I weep with the willow.