Willow Tree

Down by the river,
Next to the willow tree,
Where the leaves gently quiver,
And animals roam free.

Down by the pasture,
Next to the willow tree,
Where slaves are free from their master,
And children are happy to be.

Down by the mountain,
Next to the Willow tree,
Where water flows like an eternal fountain,
And hives sit as a homes for a bee.

Down by the garden,
Next to the Willow tree,
Where the flowers are guardin',
And gathered in groups of three.