Under a Willow tree, I see a boy and a girl sighing. Under the Willow tree I see them holding hands and crying. They’ve gone for a walk- now they can’t find their way home. And that sad Willow tree is the only place they know. They sit there in its shade protected from the Sun’s prying. They’re waiting for a sign to come and show them the way back home...

TEXT by I. P. B’Racz