The wind through the weeping willows
As she shakes her spindle, she billows
Like a dancing ballerina on her tiptoes
Filtering here and there, on her feet flows
We sit and stare for more moments
In a trance from her dancing event
The wind through the weeping willows
Watching it makes me so mellow
It’s my favorite tree. I find it quite calming
It’s a beauty to watch as a breeze brings
The wind ripping through the weeping willow
She will never disappoint as she puts on a show
