The Tree

Over the creek 

And around the bend 

An old willow grows. 

To the many who come

To sit in its shade,

And all the girls with their beaus,

The tree is a haven 

From the hot summer sun

Which keeps the skin aglow. 

To laughter and love 

And the picnics and fun

All ending with a little gateau. 

All the time that we enjoyed 

Finally came to an end

But those memories we made would never be let go.