By the roadside stands a willow tree ,
I saw it there since I was three .
Its branches stretch to the sky ;
Beneath it people love to lie ;
In the evening to see the sunset.
They watch it till very late.
It has escaped many storms and thunder .
And it stands strong yonder.
Birds make nests on its branches .
A tall giraffe reaches for its leaves and munches. As night falls ; roost the fowls .
They are later joined by some owls.
Summers come and go .
But the willow tree stands tall.
Shedding many leaves and flowers .
Teased by rains and showers.
Sometimes the wind makes the tree dance .
Now the branches , now the leaves.
Sometimes it is very still.
Behind it you can see the hill.
I love the willow tree more and more.
It is my favorite super-store.
By Agatha Lai 02