Under The Willow Tree

Far away the children play
On the ethereal and idyllic landscape;
Where the flowers grow and the rivers flow
Such a wondrous child's escape,
They run round and round the Willow tree
The days of endless time!
Her blossoms flourish as she lets them grow
Her beauty so sublime!
Closer here the adults work,
No colour but of the greys,
The windows full of grime and dirt;
The air a smoky haze,
Likewise the snow begins to fall
The rivers a bitter cold;
The tree is frosted over in ice
This world, forgotten, and old
But one day a child went and stretched its mind afar
As this is what they yearned
It's the Willow tree that made them free
A child's soul returned.