The Willow Tree

The times have passed without a dent           

To see the times and all it's meant.

To sway and bend to the wind's desire,

 Till life ends and I expire.

For so free and strong am I

With no fear enough to cry

 Voice so free and not too wild

 Along the brook that's oh so mild.

Until the time when they came,

Across the land they chopped and slain.

  My death was on their bloody axe

 Till they closed and all was black.

Written by myself