The willow tree stood alone in the dead of night,
The wind dazzled his skinny branches,
Streamers of leaves hung low, and upside down,
Hypnotic sways to the breeze,
"Catch me if you can", he sings.
Fighting his fate of a dancing tree.
He touches the ground,
Every leaf whistles a sound,
Tiny drops of sap, drizzle down,
Lowly as can be,
Casting shadows of spidery legs that sting,
"You will never catch me", he sings.
Accepting his destiny of being so free.