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.
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