The Willow Tree

I recall, most of all, the weeping willow tree You pushed I sang, the swing it swung My voice rang young and free Grass under my feet Sky above my head Days are long and blue, and you are not yet dead The summer swims, the trampolines, the taste of mulberry In whites and browns, you work past dusk And still have time for me Dance under my feet Notes above my head Nights shine bright like stars And you are not yet dead The peace that surrounds you when you last close your eyes Is all that I can cling to when I last say goodbye And I recall, most of all the weeping willow tree Grass under my feet Sky above my head Days are long and blue And you are not yet dead