Weeping willow

Willow hanging to the ground,
A swaying jungle not touching ground.
Like hair in the wind dancing away,
Never rising upwards like the sun of the day.
Dearest willow aside the lake, 
Always a rest yet leaning awake.
Under your branches a narnia exists,
A temporary world amongst the mist.
No hidden agenda but hidden from sight.
Safety and shelter from all but light.
Warm loving willow in memories you reside,
A place from reality and darkness I can escape, I can hide.