These are the words spoken to me, as I sat under the Weeping Willow Tree.
Listen to the wisps of the Willow tree,
Do you hear, do you percieve?
Whispering life secrets, spoken only to you.
Heed these words,I want you to see.
Soft, sweet words spoken only to me
Learn them well, they will guide you through,
Make you aware, of life's little treasures.
For they are everywhere.
Listen intently, ever so close.
For your very special, not like most.
That soul of yours is very old.
Taken from a special mold.
Don't ever give up, so much lies ahead.
Life holds so much sweetness, it's not all dread.
Those gifts you possess, were not given in vain.
They are here to assist you.
As you walk the plain.
As you get older, you will understand.
Life is just a master plan.
So my child, take it from me.
I would never steer you wrong.
So I sing to thee, this special song.
Alway's listen to the wisps
of the Weeping Willow tree.
