Our Willow Tree

Long haired and curly it is
Having lifetime stroking breeze
She lets us all to have fresh air
Under her lovely and curly hair

Next to our office like a body guard
She is our favourite in our backyard
She tells us lovely stories everyday
and lets us have fun on the puffy hay

Everyday we get suffocated in the gloomy rooms
And some get hopeless and wait their own dooms
She is the motherly nurse figure
Enchanting, beauteous, and pure

When the time comes for a gloomy fall
Her leaves get depressed not to leave at all
She gazes at a point far away
And seems to have nothing to say

When it snows she gets really sick
And we hurry up and start to pick
Her diamond and sparkling spangles
To purify her angelic countenance

When it rains in spring , we get under her raincoat
Soaked up but ready to overload
Inspired by the cool weather and wet tool
We dive into the poetic pool

When the sun shines from high above
And the gardeners get ready to mow
She stretches her charming wings
Over our sunbathed skins

Four seasons we rove under the Willow
To get blithe and get rid of sorrow
She is our world teaching us lore
Thanks to our Gracious Lord giving us the prerequisite core


Mahir the Skywalker