Willow on the Hill

I am dancing

Weaving my arms around me

Wind whips through my hair

I am the dancer

I am the composer

I hear the soft chimes of bells

In the far distance

I am alone

But without fail

Someone will come

Hold me close

They lean on me as they talk

I dance on my Hill

I live knowing my peaceful freedom

On my Hill

The sun sets in the west

To my left

And rises again in the east

On my right

I am (the) Willow on my Hill