THE WILLOW TREE

BY

NINA C. FULFORD, 1971

Willow, willow, bending low.
Green leaved tresses sofly flow.
Gently in the summer breeze
Sways this loveliest of trees.

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Willow, willow, softly sighing.
Tiny leaves, like tears, you�re crying.
Don�t feel sad my willow tree,
You bring joy to souls like me.

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Willow, willow, standing near,
A mirrored lake that�s crystal clear.
How can you doubt such beauty fair?
Behold your form reflected there.