Under a willow tree,
alone there I lay.
Beneath the setting sun,
across the shallow bay.

My routine is profound,
repeated the next day;
it's how I escape,
makes troubles go away.

As my thoughts unwind,
nothing meant to say,
I revaluate my life,
upon sunset of May.

Forever resting my head,
watching Sun's blinking rays,
nothing shall wake me,
falling into a daze.

Dreams of faded peace,
begin to make way.
Pearching upon a rock,
rests a beautiful jay.

Then the white bird,
lovely as it may,
turns a frightening color,
one of dark-gray.

Once shallow water ahead,
starts crashing green waves.
Sunset turns to night,
grass turns to clay.

Abruptly, I finally wake,
confusion starts to play.
Under a willow tree,
alone there I lay.