I'll meet you at the edge of the willow tree, Where the leaves brush the ground in soft movements. Where the breeze creates waves in the long grass, Where the water ripples by and sparkles against the sun which peaks through the dark clouds. I'll meet you by the trunk of the willow tree, Where the distant birds sing and the rough barks scrapes my back, Where the dirt is coarse and full of life, When bones crack and ache. I'll meet you beside the willow tree, Who will tell you of my adventures, All my heartache, All my successes, And failures. Where time passes slowly, Where breath is laboured and weak, Where butterflies roam among the decades, Which pass in an instant. When the skin grows tight with wrinkles, With the tears of grief, And the hint of a smile, I'll meet you at the edge of the willow tree.
