In lonely fields
Where willows weep,
I feel at home.
I lay; I sleep.

And as I sleep
I drift away.
I dream the things
I long to say.

The beautiful trees,
The stars in the sky,
I beg them not to pass me by.

As everyone ages
And spring turns to fall,
I lie & wait.
I watch it all.

Time it stops for no single being.
But I wish it would slow down.

So I just sit here
With the willows,
And all of us will frown.

-Britni-