Willow tree, our friend,
on the river bank,
we’d sit and watch the river,
rushing by,
with a soft sigh,
beauty imagined
and sharing our dreams.
That willow tree,
liked our company.
Gurgling river,
ducks dancing on the ripples,
in the reed by the bank,
bullfrogs sang their songs.
Fate separated us
and it was too sad,
to sit alone beneath that willow tree.
So I wish in my dream,
to sit beneath that tree again,
holding your hand,
being less sad.
Taking a hold of a twig,
like holding a hand,
that willow tree I know understands,
love never dies, friends remain in the heart –
memories keep shining bright.
(C) R.Raisters
Poetic Words 