Eleven Willow
I love the willow tree
Who spreads her branches down toward the river
Changing with the many seasons

Dawn will touch the leaves
And soon the voices of my memory
Are lost among the songs of children

This valley is a cradle for the Sun
And for the silent one
Who wears the coat of many colors

But time has worn a path and I must follow
Though my eyes have seen
Your face reflected in the waters

I love the willow tree
Who spreads her branches down toward the river
Changing with the many seasons