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