The Willow Tree stood proudly on a cliff side
in a grove of lodge pole pines
It battled for the sun”s radiance
After all isn”t that what plants do
It stood strong against the winds of spring
Never faltering to winter”s snow and cold
It never looked to dying in the fall
People used to admire it
The bugs and age finally came
The trunk took on a black hue
Leaves shed. Branches broke.
The old tree finally had enough
Now it rests on the forest”s floor
Even mother nature dishes out more than one can take
So knows the Willow Tree