Oh how I adore you, my willow tree.

Rooted firmly in the ground, never ceasing to stand tall. With your arms, long and graceful, reaching out as far as possible. Creating a shelter of shade beneath your leaves.

Your strong branches hold a rope swing that goes higher than any playground swing could. Your weak branches serve as crowns when we rip them off and tie them in circles to place gently on our heads.

And when fall arrives to steal your leaves, oh my dear I’ll still adore you. For your branches dressed in snow are the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. Graceful and delicate, your branches sway in the winter winds, creating a sight more majestic than any man-made thing.

Oh how I adore you, my sweet willow tree. May you never forget everything that you mean to me.