I lay smiling,
staring up through the leaves,
underneath our favorite tree,
that old weeping willow.
It's a world of its own,
leaves envelope me,
the death of entropy,
if only for a short time.
I sit and I remember,
of days spent,
days unkempt and full of spirit,
I sit and I remember.
That day I was off singing with friends,
walking down dark, warm streets,
no padding to accompany my feet,
enjoying all that is sweet.
The sunlight tears through the leaves,
I can't help it,
you're staring back at me,
through this willow.

Your blue eyes pierce me.

I sit and I smile,
I sit and I cry,
I sit alone,
I am not lonely,
this place is our home.