The mighty willows branches grow
High above the ground below
It\'s tendrils reaching back to the earth
An homage the the soil that gave her birth
Beneath its shade a stream does flow
Its water crystal clear and slow
It continues on its journey past
The strong old willow it knows will last
For ages has this willow stood
A simple thing made of bark and wood
Peace is held Beneath its boughs
The gentle peace of nature\'s house