The Old Willow Tree

From the long branches of the old willow tree

I begin my day just thinking

A pond full of hope at my feet

Waiting for the next dream to set sail across its stream

As the sun sets with eyes waiting for it to rise 

Giving me a reason to close my eyes 

A beautiful sight never leaves my mind

As the moon claims the night

giving a lynching pad for all hopes to take flight

Where dreams are let free to climb that old willow tree

The higher you go the shorter the reach

As your dreams could be reality

Just continue to climb your hopes and dreams

Getting a life that only you know exactly how it will be 

Forever loving the old willow tree