Side of the road, as willow standing like a soldier.
Spring, the willow on the thick branches of the sturdy arm like Hercules. Grow green branches on the the longer the long branches, such as long-bearded grandpa.
The tender branches are getting longer and longer, such as long claws Winter reminds me of the willow branches on the bald patch, but he or willow.
I stand here is to feel like a willow, that fine and long slender I like dancing in the wind hair.
The wind, I stood there quietly. Small ants come from the foot, told me yesterday, the hard digging, bird standing on my "hair" and my mother taught song ... ...
Oh, I am not a willow. If I were a willow, I was talking willow tree!