Under The Willow Tree

In the middle of the meadow,
there's a place i sit thinking of you.
Where all my worries are gone away.
Night after night, i find myself gazing
enduring the bright colors of the evening's sunset.
A bright color of orange overcasts thw skies.
Like a blanket letting the sun rest,
letting the silver moon shine.
In the meadow in a field of flowers,
There's a place i've been coming for years.
As long as i can remember i sit,
underneath the willow tree.
If you look close enough,
you can see the stars.
The golden moon embraces the stars like a new born
child, i sit underneath the willow tree.
My first memory, i was six years old
I wore a baseball cap with the yankies logo on it.
You told me to cover my eyes,
so i did...  I was in the meadow
as the Last memory.  
I feel the wind's breeze,
as i sit under the willow tree,
thinking of you...