Over the bridge, through the trees

Listening to the whispering breeze

Past the river, atop the hill

Lies a willow forever still

Centuries old, memories stored

Inside its bark in the deepest core

Long ago, the echoes of laughter

And all the happily ever afters

But underneath, where roots are buried

Lie hate and pain that once was carried

Beneath the willow, you will find

The sorrows lost and left behind