Beneath the willow, you will find

the truth forgotten by the mind.

The branches bend and sweep the ground,

a whispered secret all around.

They shade the creek where pebbles sleep,

and ancient promises they keep.

The roots sink deep in hallowed clay,

where sorrows of the bygone day

have seeped into the silent soil,

a history free from earthly toil.

And should you sit in leafy shade,

remembering vows and plans unmade,

you'll hear a melody so light,

a song that sings of day and night.

Beneath the willow, you will find

a peace that time has left behind.