Willow Tree

One long year ago today

I stopped to hear a story told

Of how an old man

Was taken down to the roots below

She took my arm and walked alone

We climbed across this open field

She didn't pause for breath

Until this cross grew near

She sat down by this little mound

Softly, she'd weep and sigh

Come to me, my father

For I am lost inside

But since that time, how things have changed

For this sweet girl was my bride

She is laid down under

Close by her father's side

I planted there upon her grave

The sacred seed of a willow tree

I pray its long, hard roots

Forever shelter me

One long year ago today

I stopped to hear a story told

Of how an old man

Was taken down to the roots below