I feel so lonely deep inside.
I want to see the willows again.
I used to wave as they waved back;
Or were they waving at the wind.
They were so graceful swaying there,
Bending down and sweeping low.
The gentle breezes in their hair...
They love the breeze you know.
I remember the day as I lay in her shade...
The sky was sinking ...red and gold.
When suddenly I turned my eye
In wonder to behold
A sight I'll not forget
If I lived a thousand years.
Silhouetted in the sky,
An eagle sweeping slowly 'round.
The beauty of that moment was
The greatest I have ever found.
The sky...
The eagle...
The willow...
And me.
Standing.
Flying.
Waiting.
Friends.
We captured that time and made it our own.
Oh! To see the willows again.
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