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Created on: January 06, 2009
My Singing Willow Tree.
Shhh!, I want to here those muffled words,
with all the stories you have heard,
my singing willow tell me all,
about spring, summer, winter and fall.
With natures symphony, sing your song,
with mighty voice you join the throng,
A beautiful orchestra to astound,
to make your swirling swishing sound.
Your melody is strong and bold,
with all the wisdom that you hold,
Oh willow tree, please let me know,
your hidden secrets before I go.
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