To lie beneath the willow tree
And wonder what wistful tombs beget
In troubling oneself with repercussion
Ever yet it torments

To lie beneath the willow tree
To see, the beauty captivates
And in myself, I challenge thee
One's own perception elevates

Of this and that
And what to be
And traits meant to conciliate
To wonder what one might become
If to stop hating thee

To lie beneath the willow tree
And watch the clouds drift endlessly
To see the world in jaded green
Where all things are forgotten

To ask oneself what they might be
If not to ask what is
To pursue thine own dreams, endlessly
Nary wondering what one might give

To lie beneath the willow tree
And watch the clouds go by
All changing form, but ever set
On reaching for the sky