Under the Willow tree

Sara Hussain VIII F

There beside the sea,

Sitting under the willow tree,

Listening to the hum of birds,

I marvel as they soar high and free.

 

As the breeze flows gentle

As the dew drops twinkle,

As I dream up the tree alive,

I feel its a magic thrive.

 

I rest here until its noon,

I know I have to go soon,

Wishing as I see the tree,

that I should enjoy like the buzzing bee.

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