By Olivia Steen

Under the weeping willow tree 
The place to weep and wallow 
Listening to people's secrets and uncertainty
In silence between our flowing leaves

Under the weeping willow tree 
The place for no good deeds and sorrow
Listening to people's sins and greed
Life is nothing more than what is not guaranteed

Under the weeping willow tree 
The place for confessions small and thorough
Listening to people's details and see
Differences in a heart borrowed and a heart free 

Under the weeping willow tree 
The place for today and tomorrow 
Listening to people's hopes and dreams 
The roots soak up the melancholy 

Confess to me 
                                                                      Under the weeping willow tree 
                                                                                 Confess under these flowing leaves
                                                                                                           …..Come to the willow tree