In the Spring
this tree has
One Thousand myriad
branches
tender gold shoots
softer than silk
in this wild unpeopled field
Who does this Willow belong to?
In the Spring
this tree has
One Thousand myriad
branches
tender gold shoots
softer than silk
in this wild unpeopled field
Who does this Willow belong to?
Feel the cool breeze on
Your neck on a brisk
Spring day. Watch the
Trees wave at you when
You take a walk. Birds
Ride the the breeze and
Watch us from high up.
You wish you could fly.
In the spring
This tree has
A thousand myriad
Branches, tender gold shoots
Softer than silk.
In this wild unpeopled field
Who does this willow belong to?