Tree in me
Willow willow that I see
Swing high above me
Smelling like a fresh town
Feeling rough and let down
Willow willow that I hear
Crying softly in my ear
I wish I could taste your swinging vines
But instead I hear your cries
Willow willow hollowed hole
Look inside and it beholds
That willow willow willow tree
Way deep down that tree is me

