T is for Tree

Urban Willow (Photo credit: Ian Sane)

Sanctuary

The world can be a crazy place,

big crowds may be ordinary

but make me crave some breathing space

to sit beneath my willow tree.

Escape is not one time of year,

the brisk air of February

means many layers of cashmere

to sit beneath my willow tree.

Don't think me lonely under here,

my daydreams are legendary;

dragons, fairies, and elves appear

to sit beneath my willow tree.

If you're ever feeling slighted,

in need of a sanctuary,

know you are always invited
to sit beneath my willow tree.