Under the willow tree, my childhood secret space, dreams were born I was free 'twas the perfect hiding place. Beneath her cascading branches gentle breezes whispering, songs of hope and wonder the willow tree did sing. Awe those days of youth where innocence was born, under the willow tree I found shelter from the storm. What I wouldn't give to visit once again, that secret space my hiding place that gave me peace back then.