The wipping willow

" Beside the singing river,
There's a whipping willow sitting silently.
It's branches are old and tired.
The dancing eternal memories glowing dimly As forgotten flash lights on his mind:
The dreaming moonlight on his young branches,
The soothing melody of the footsteps of water, Beside his firm warrant roots.
A smile blossom,A love birth under his leaves ceiling.
The splendour song of life in his veils.
And now.....
The fatal coldness of the axe landing on his body."