Summer Innuendo


Deep descending, slowly moving
Down, down, down a hidden dream.
Can you hear some hurried whispers
From beneath the Willow Tree?

Oh! Two strangers dodge the spotlight
Busy sliding nervously.
So much more than leaves a' rustling,
Panic passion in between.

See the Willow's lofty branches
Standing guard upon their scene.
The earth becomes their playing field
The Willow is their canopy.

Seek the Willow for her shelter
Weeping Willow, graceful tree.
Deep descending, slowly moving,
Down, down, down so musically.




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